#Hmm but it's such a bother making just one cup. I think I need to figure out a good way of storing it so I can make a big batch at once.

[atrirose]

⠀⠀( ⠀⠀치클 ⠀⠀) ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ GRWM ⠀.⠀.⠀.⠀⠀💭 ! ⠀⠀ enha

⠀⠀ s : GRWM to break up with my boyfriend oops ! ᆼᆽᆼ enha ! bf x f ! r .. tiktok 𝓈eries ⠀⠀⠀ㅜㅜ warning : kissing + FLUFF wc 1.2k ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱ seiu : tt update after 300 yr

— HEESEUNG LEE

you sat on the bed with a phone sat up, recording you with heeseung in the background not paying attention, lost in his phone “get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned towards you, your back faced him, “what are you talking about?” he questioned “not now babe i’m trying to film a tiktok”

“no i can see that but would mind explaining yourself real quick yn” he scooted closer to you, grabbing your shoulders to make you face him “it’s a get ready with me video hee” you said rolling your eyes “yeah i know that but what do you mean ‘to break up with my boyfriend’?” he said, you try not to laugh but it’s impossible seeing how serious heeseung is “god you are so cute” you said as you cupped his face and gave him a quick peck “i was just joking”

“it better be joke, we aren’t ending ever”

— JONGSEING PARK

“what are you doing?” jay asked as you set up the camera “just a tiktok” he hummed going back to his song writing “hi guys ! get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” you peered over jay from the camera, he didn’t even move an inch, still busy with his notepad writing, “so me and my boyfriend have been dating for 3 years now and honestly he is the best you could ask but i just don’t feel like it anymore so i decided to break up with him” you did your skin care as you blabbed nonsense but jay still remained stoic.

you switched off the phone as you stomped your way towards him, he looked up with a smirk “what’s wrong darling? are you done with the tiktok?” this cheeky bastard “you…” you are pouting trying to find the correct words but instead of you getting a reaction out of him he has you all bothered “me?”

“meanie” you said walking away only to be pulled by him, you landed on his lap, he hugged you tightly “we are not breaking up ever so these pranks won’t work on me, why don’t you find another one hmm?” he said pressing you against his chest

“you and me have to grow old together”

— JAEYUN SIM

“get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” jake looked “what?” he questioned hoping he heard wrong “jake not now im filming a tiktok”

“i’m pregnant” you whipped your head towards him in disbelief “that’s not how it works jake” you said doing your mascara while he fiddled with your jacket trying to think of some excuse “yn stop i will cry” you giggled at him, cupping his face and pulling him for a long peck “say you are joking” his face still being squeezed by your hands “it’s a prank jake sorry baby” your his nose while he glared at you “not funny, im afraid you have no humor, the police going to get you”

“i accept cuddles and kisses to forgive you for what you did”

— SUNGHOON PARK

“you’re recording?” sunghoon said as he flopped behind you on the bed watching some video on his phone “yeah” you said setting up the stuff “okay, i will turn off the volume” he said getting up to kiss your cheeks before you hit record

“hi guys, i know it’s been so long since i posted anything but get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” sunghoon paused the video as he got up sitting next to you, his eyes scanning your face as you “babe do you need some-”

“unless you have other boyfriends you are breaking up, but you obviously don’t thus stop lying to them and start recording again” he said, he deleting the recording “you can’t do that” you said as sunghoon laid back down on the bed again “i can do anything” he said pulling you down with him, he kissed you holding your waist down while your hands travelled down his biceps “wouldn’t be able to kiss me if you break up yn” he said smirking, kissing your cheeks all the way down to your collar bone.

“you’re mine forever”

— SUNWOO KIM

“get ready with me-” sunoo enters the washroom in confusion “babe tiktok? without me?” sunoo fake pouts “sorry sun, next okay” you pecked his lips “okay but remember we have to leave soon” he said sitting down at the bed leaving the door open “okay ! so get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend” a loud voice came from outside so you went out to check what it was “sunoo are you okay?” you went over to look if he got hurt “yeah i’m fine and you can take your time yn. no rush” hearing your name instead of babe or honey made you gulp.

“i should call the restaurant and let them know we can’t make it too” he said unlocking his phone and you thought its better to say it’s a prank before he starts crying “sunoo it’s a prank babe, im sorry” he turns towards you with a smile “oh good for a second i thought we need to get on” he put his phone up and records himself while you look at him confused “get ready with me to break up with my girlfriend” you hit him as he laughs “stop”

he kissing your forehead “i can never lose you, it will break me, never joke about it”

— JUNGWON YANG

“babe this one?” jungwon asked passing you a face mask “yes thank you” you hit record as he sat on a sofa opposite to you, so he can be out of the frame, admiring his pretty girl “get ready with me ! breaking up with my boyfriend edition” his eyes quickly went from admiring to shocked big boba eyes, he looked like he was frozen “what do you mean?”

“not now won, i’m filming” he didn’t care he sat beside you peering like a cat “if this is a way to engage with audience or just rage bait, i do not care, your not do such a thing please” he said turning off your phone “saying please when i know you are giving an order” he smiled “cuddles please” — “that’s another order with an unnecessary ‘please’ i have face mask on now won” you rolled your eyes, he hugged your waist and made you lay with him.

“i do not care” he said snuggling into your neck

— RIKI NISHIMURA

“get ready with me to break up with my boyfriend-” a loud choking noise “you have other boyfriends because you sure aren’t getting ready to break up with me”

“so you are cool with me having other boyfriends but not breaking up with you” you put on your hair band to get your hair off your face “absolutely not but-” he stumbled with his words trying to find the right thing to say while you hummed and did your skincare, watching him confused “wait how did it get to me having to give an explanation when you are the one in wrong” he huffed

you giggled at his pouty face, twisting from confusion to frustration, you kissed his cheek “i was joking riki” he glared at you trying to prove he is still angry but of course that didn’t last long when you showed up with his favorite food.

“better not pull this again or you will on time out”

[mimi-cee-genshin]

Friend-zoned? - Alhaitham x f!reader

Summary: How many Akademiya guys does it take to figure out whether or not you've friend-zoned Alhaitham? After discussing how strong he is, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari analyze his relationship with you. Things get interesting when you join their table.

Other info: fluff and humor :D, female reader, my extension of the conversation in Alhaitham's character demo because I loved the guys' interactions there so much

Words: 2.7k

*****

"Essentially, more time on contemplation, less time on execution," Alhaitham tells them. "Simple, isn't it?"

"... Not really," Tighnari and Cyno reply.

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have brought this up with you," Kaveh complains.

"I thought my answer was quite engrossing," Alhaitham says. He raises his hand. "Boss, this is good wine. I'll have the same please."

Kaveh swirls his cup. "Well, he has at least one weakness," he comments.

"Do tell," Cyno says.

"He's had the same crush for years," Kaveh tells them. "The guy's completely smitten."

"You can't be serious," says Cyno.

"Why is that so surprising?" Alhaitham says. "It makes less sense that I wouldn't be attracted to her."

"See what I mean?" says Kaveh. "You should see how he is around her. He practically treats her like a queen."

"I have a hard time believing that," Cyno says, crossing his arms.

"Stop exaggerating," Alhaitham tells Kaveh. "I just treat her the way she should be treated."

Kaveh only laughs at his answer.

"I thought you didn't like social interaction," says Cyno. "Or had any friends for that matter."

"It's not tiring to be around her," he says. "She's different."

"Of course she is," says Kaveh.

"Well this is interesting," says Tighnari. "What is she like?"

"We've known each other since we were kids. She was mature for her age. She did things like helping me resolve issues I had with others to keep the peace, making sure other kids didn't bother me while I was reading… Also, comforting me whenever I got discouraged…"

"You? Discouraged?" Kaveh scoffs.

"Yes? I'm only human you know," Alhaitham simply replies. "Anyway, you get the picture."

"That seems reasonable," says Tighnari.

"So it's one-sided?" Cyno asks. "As far as I can tell, you're still single."

"No," says Alhaitham, crossing his arms. "It's not one-sided."

"You're kidding me, right?" Kaveh says. "Are we even talking about the same person?"

Tighnari raises a brow.

"Every time she introduces him to another woman, she's a little too obvious with sharing why they'd be good for Alhaitham," Kaveh explains, "as if she's trying to sell them off to him."

"Don't be so dramatic," Alhaitham says. "She's not selling anyone."

"If that's the case, then why are you sure she likes you?" asks Cyno.

"Well for one, she comes by often to check how I'm doing."

"Perhaps she simply thinks you're incompetent at your job," Kaveh chides.

"Two," he continues, ignoring him. "She's always willing to hear about the latest book I'm reading, no matter how boring others think of it."

"Hmm…" Tighnari mumbles. "I can understand that."

"And three…" Alhaitham puts down his cup. "Whenever she reaches out for my hand, like when she wants to comfort me, she stops short of actually holding it."

"She does?" asks Kaveh.

"Interesting. So it seems that while she does display some sort of affection for you," says Tighnari, "perhaps she just didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"So you're doubting my conclusion?"

"I'm simply saying it's difficult to judge based on the evidence you've provided. We may need to observe the two of you for ourselves."

Alhaitham sighs. This isn't going anywhere.

"Does she have any reason to not want to date you?" Cyno asks. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were overly critical of her, commenting on her every action."

"I give her nothing but compliments. She knows I think very highly of her."

"Huh," Tighnari says. "That's quite unexpected."

"I've been telling you guys," Kaveh says, "but he's really something else around her."

"Is she… actually older than you by any chance?" asks Tighnari.

"She is."

"Hmm… Well this changes things. Perhaps, she still sees you as a kid and is simply just doting on you."

Kaveh turns to Alhaitham, eagerly waiting for his reply.

Alhaitham clears his throat. "She's less than a couple of years older than me. It's not a big deal."

"Just admit that you're friend-zoned," says Kaveh. "Who'd treat their love interest like a kid?"

"I'm not so sure…" Cyno says.

Both Kaveh and Tighnari raise a brow.

"I think that Alhaitham has a clearer picture and can judge more accurately than any of us. They've known each other for long enough."

"It's just his wishful thinking on his part," says Kaveh. "Who wouldn't want to read into their crush's actions?"

"I agree to an extent," says Tighnari, "but perhaps we're missing some crucial information here. We don't know how well Alhaitham can judge a person's actions when romantic feelings are involved."

"I'm thinking quite clearly, thanks," Alhaitham says.

"This is why you aren't getting anywhere," Kaveh scolds him. "You're assuming she has feelings for you when she doesn't. You still need to win her over."

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Alhaitham crosses his arms.

"Ha. As if I'd help you. She could do way better than you anyway."

Alhaitham groans. Why is he even part of this conversation?

"Well, have you ever told her how you felt?" asks Cyno.

"Of course," replies Alhaitham. "I'm pretty obvious about it."

"For someone as reserved as you, I highly doubt that," Cyno adds.

"I wrote her a letter, eloquently expressing my love for her."

"Pfft. What?" Kaveh snorts.

Tighnari stares in disbelief. "Oh. I get it. You did that when you were children."

"I'm referring to the one I gave her yesterday."

"Pfft."

"That's… pretty obvious," Tighnari adds.

"I bet it was more of an essay than a love letter," Kaveh says with a smirk.

"Well, in that case, she either doesn't like you," says Tighnari, "or there's something that prevents her from admitting her feelings."

"Perhaps she's intimidated by your position," suggests Cyno.

"It's unlike her to care about those things," Alhaitham says. "She even treats me like a kid at times."

"So you do admit she just thinks of you as a kid," Kaveh says.

Alhaitham doesn't answer.

"Honestly, this case is closed," Kaveh continues. "There's nothing more to it."

"Hmm... Have you tried to make her jealous?" asks Cyno.

"You're still not convinced?" Kaveh is surprised at him.

"Knowing the result of that would likely draw us closer to a conclusion," Tighnari adds.

"Why would I purposely try to hurt her?" asks Alhaitham.

They exchange glances. Alhaitham still had the ability to make them go speechless with his matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, he's definitely serious about her," says Cyno.

"I told you," Kaveh says. "Seems like she's the only person he'd open up to as well."

"Of course she is," Alhaitham replies.

"I wonder…" says Tighnari. "Has she ever shared her own struggles with you?"

"Why would that be a factor?"

"Well, that would display how comfortable she is around you."

"Hmm… Not bad…" Alhaitham seems to agree with his line of reasoning.

He goes quiet and uncomfortably so because the other three exchange awkward glances at each other in the meantime.

"Well?" Cyno breaks the silence.

"You may be right," Alhaitham tells Tighnari with a sigh. "But that certainly raises more questions."

"Can we just start playing Genius Invokation TCG?" asks Kaveh. "We just keep going in circles with this topic."

"So you guys did just drag me out to play cards," says Alhaitham.

"It would be interesting to meet her," says Tighnari. "It's gotten me curious."

"Same here," says Cyno.

Kaveh looks up at the tavern entrance. "Huh? She's actually here."

Alhaitham's eyes flicker open for a brief moment. "Nice try. I'm not falling for that."

"I didn't expect to see you here, Alhaitham," you say, ruffling his hair.

He freezes and the three of them take a closer look at his face.

"I never expected him to have that kind of expression," whispers Tighnari.

"Me neither," Cyno agrees.

Alhaitham clears his throat. "They simply invited me here for some cards," he tells you. "Nothing more."

"Can I join?" you ask.

Without question, Alhaitham gets up from his chair. He holds the back of his seat and slides it out, gesturing for you to take it.

Cyno and Tighnari widen their eyes.

"Is it just me or did that feel kind of odd?" says Tighnari.

"Coming from him? You're not wrong there," adds Cyno.

You hesitate for a moment before you accept his kindness and take his seat. He stands next to you, waiting for the other guys to start preparing the game.

The two onlookers feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason while Kaveh tells them another round of 'I-told-you-so's. There isn't anything out of the ordinary as you all take your turns playing each other. Cyno is intense as usual, not just with his tactics but also with how he approaches the battle like an interrogation. Tighnari was calm and collected even under pressure, and Kaveh spoke his mind with every move, regardless of whether it's his or his opponent's. But having you there with Alhaitham is… strange.

Nothing really happens of significance. The two of you treat each other well and with respect. Just having Alhaitham being a complete gentleman around you is unnerving for the rest of them. Curt responses and sarcastic remarks are absent. He's completely agreeable with you and his usual temper isn't there either. Everyone plays the game in peace.

"You should save that card for later," Alhaitham tells you. "He can't do anything for the rest of the round anyway."

"Hmm… I'm not quite sure if that's what I want to do yet," you respond.

"Alright," he says. "You should do what you think is best."

"This guy…" Kaveh turns to you. "How do you get him to be like that? If it were any of us, he would've scolded us with a lengthy explanation about how we'd lose if we didn't follow his exact instructions."

"What? She can think for herself."

"And none of us can't?"

"I'm already familiar with how the three of you play and where you go wrong. I want to see if she does anything differently."

"It seems that he really does only compliment you, huh?" Tighnari tells you.

"Why would I do otherwise?" Alhaitham states.

His straightforward remark stuns them once again.

"Okay, we get it," says Kaveh. "We all know about your huge crush on her."

"Seems like you can't say anything bad about her even if you try," Cyno comments.

"Of course I can."

"You can?" you ask.

The whole table looks at you funny. You fiddle with the cards in your hand, pretending you weren't shocked for a split second.

"Interesting," says Cyno.

Alhaitham crosses his arms. "What is it?"

"I'm keeping my observations to myself for now."

Alhaitham raises a brow, but lets it go for the meantime.

A few rounds go by and you help set up for the next. When Alhaitham picks up a die for you from the floor, your hand brushes against his and the die falls off the table once more.

"What's wrong?" Alhaitham asks as he picks up the die again. "You're not usually this clumsy."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me," you say.

He takes a closer look at you and you avoid his eyes. "Alright," he says. "You still ready to play?"

"I'll need to head out soon," Tighnari says. "It's my turn to be on patrol for tonight."

"Hold on," Cyno says, placing his cards on the table. "One last round. I'll be your opponent this time," he tells you.

You finish setting up the game and test your skills against Cyno. He certainly doesn't make it easy for you. You fall behind pretty quickly, but at least he's not as intimidating as when he played with some of the others.

"So," Cyno says, "what do you think of Alhaitham?"

Your eyes widen at his sudden question.

"You're straight up asking her?" says Kaveh.

"Why not?"

"I guess he has a point," says Tighnari.

They turn their attention to you to see what you'd say.

"Well…" you say, "he's very intelligent and talented."

"No, not what everyone else says," says Cyno. "What you think."

"What do you think you're doing?" asks Alhaitham. "Are you interrogating her right now?"

"Just let her answer the question."

"Well…" you say, "he's nice? And sweet?"

Cyno raises a brow.

"He's cute?"

"Pfft." Kaveh holds in his laughter.

Cyno ignores him and presses the question.

"I don't know how to respond," you tell him. "We've known each other for so long I can't just sum it up in a sentence."

"Alright. I'll get straight to the point," says Cyno. "What do you think of Alhaitham's feelings for you?"

"I think he should get to know other people… and try dating someone else?"

"See?" says Kaveh.

"I've already told you I'm not interested in anyone else," Alhaitham says.

"No, you should listen to her answer," Cyno tells him. "She's not lying."

"What?" Alhaitham widens his eyes.

"I'm not done yet," says Cyno. "There's more." He turns to you. "How serious do you think Alhaitham is about you?"

"He's definitely sincere."

"I'm pretty sure that was obvious," says Tighnari.

"But you don't take his feelings seriously," Cyno tells you.

"It's not that. It's just…"

"You don't?" asks Alhaitham.

"Alright. It's your turn from here," Cyno tells him.

"But I thought I was clear," Alhaitham tells you.

"You were."

"Apparently not clear enough."

"Look. You used to follow me around like a duckling whenever you weren't reading a book," you tell him. "How was I supposed to take your crush on me seriously?"

"It's been more than a decade since then."

"I... Okay, fair enough," you concede. "But it would disappear once you learned I didn't live up to your expectations."

"What expectations?" Alhaitham raises his brow.

"I don't know. That I'm this perfect woman that you've been pining for more than half your life. You'd know I'm not so great if you'd actually try liking someone else."

"Is that what you've been telling yourself?"

"You never say anything bad about me."

"Why would I want to talk about your flaws? Especially when I've been trying to win you over," he says. "Besides, aren't they obvious to you?"

"What?" You're genuinely surprised. "Like what?"

"Like how stupid you're being right now."

You freeze.

"Besides, I've been around you long enough," Alhaitham continues. "There's plenty I don't like. Like the way you cut me off at times–"

"What?"

"–or your atrocious style–"

"Okay, that one hurt a bit–"

"–or how stupid do you have to be to keep asking Kaveh for money –"

"Alright. I get it."

"–or that time you–"

"Okay! I get it! You like me!"

Kaveh looks at you as if you've grown another head. "How did you come to that conclusion? Are we even listening to the same conversation?"

"I think she's finally realized that his feelings were deeper than she initially thought," says Tighnari. "Especially since she knows that Alhaitham is still objective with her and not blinded with infatuation."

"That's right," Cyno says. "She's been the exception to his behavior for a long time. It makes sense she would think his judgment would be clouded with the information she had."

You hide your face from them. It's embarrassing how they read you like a book once your guard was down.

"I didn't expect the solution to be so simple," Alhaitham says.

He slips his hand into yours and you let out a little squeak. "You've also been wanting to hold my hand for some time haven't you?"

"Ugh. You're all smug now because you know that I return your feelings."

"I also don't like how you rearranged my bookcase."

"You can stop now."

"I think it's time for us to go," says Cyno.

"But we haven't finished our match yet," you tell him.

"I'll just forfeit this one."

"I'm with you on that," says Kaveh. "Anything before they start being gross with each other."

"I guess this is a good time for me to head out as well," says Tighnari.

The two of you are suddenly left alone at the table with a bunch of dice in front of you.

"Well, that's one way to win a match," Alhaitham tells you. "I'd say it's pretty ingenious actually."

You simply groan. You know what's coming.

"Do you want me to help you win every time?"

"Please don't."

*****

I hope you liked it. :)

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[mariahcarreyyy]

What about Lando and his girl getting drunk one night out. And when they come back they’re super horny but then when they’re in the middle of things they see a champagne bottle and they think it’s absolutely amazing idea to fuck her with it. She comes around it and Lando has pictures but then the next morning it just so happens they don’t remember much so when she’s sorer than usual they think they just got carried away but then they discover the pics and are shocked because the things they did w that bottle are wild even for them

accidentally slipped into my docs n wrote this 1.6k 'blurb' mb yall extreme nsfw 18+ under beware⬇️⬇️

The uncontrollable giggles, muffled by Lando's pillowy lips on yours, tumble out of you and his mouth at the same time you both stumble drunkenly into your shared flat. His hands never left your body, trailing up your sides, kneading desperately at your tits over your skirt, and cupping the globes of your ass.

"Lando, fuck," you whine against his lips, arching your back further into his fingers when he starts rolling the nub of your nipple between his index and thumb.

Lando hums, pulling off of you and grinning hazily at the string of spit connecting you. Too drunk and horny and desperate to fucking cum, you two don't bother walking oh-so-far (a few steps) to your bedroom. Hell, neither of you bother to take off your clothes.

A small gasp leaves your red, swollen lip when Lando's massive hands grip the underside of your thigh and haul you up onto the living room table. The pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach made your hips buck in the air involuntarily.

Except, it wasn't in the air. It was Lando who had you splayed against the wood and leaned over you, placing your bodies flush together, heatedly.

"Lan, Lan, I need..." you trail off when his hand trails up your inner thigh, palming your pussy.

And lando fucking moans, all high and whiny, when he realizes that you were bare and that you hadn't worn any fucking underwear. One piece of cloth had covered your grinding bodies at the club, and it makes him feral.

"Fuck, baby, yes, yes, whatever you want," he and you gasp in unison—him because he can't fucking get enough of you and you because he's not fucking giving you enough of him. "Whatever you want."

Apart from the hitching of your breath from Lando's relentless fingers rubbing between your folds—close but never quite where you needed it—you're silent. You don't really know what you want. You could barely fucking breathe with the amount of alcohol you'd downed tonight.

Lando seems to sense your frustration because he pulls away from your wet, needy pussy, wiping the slick on your inner thigh, and suggests breathily, "My fingers, hm? Want me to fuck em into you, get you all nice 'n full? Or d'you want my mouth, baby? I'll give y'anything, anything you want."

"Hmm, uh uh," you protest, placing one of your hands to tug on his curls as you ponder. "Wanna be full, fuller."

The light pout on your face made Lando coo internally, resisting the urge to kiss your jutted bottom lip away. You crane your neck to the side, met with a fancy tablecloth and glass vase adorned with your favorite flowers Lando had gotten for you. As if the objects in the room would verbally tell you what you wanted. And, to be fair, they kind of did.

Your bottom lip is now pulled in between your teeth, and the wheels in your head are visibly turning with the lewd scenarios at a thousand miles a second. Lando catches your sudden mood switch, following your eye line, only to be met with the gifted champagne bottle he'd gotten for new years.

Unopened, clean, and perfect to be fucked with.

"Shit, y/n," Lando growls low when his drunken brain wraps itself around your idea, dipping down to your jaw and pressing wet, frantic kisses against it.

"Lan, lan, please," you whisper. "Need it, wanna be full, wanna."

Lando groans loudly at that, nodding frantically and reaching over the table to grasp his fingers around the thick bottle. Your thighs rub together needly, fingers tightening on the little hairs at the back of Lando's neck in anticipation.

"Okay, okay, fuck, y/n," he breathes out, tugging your skirt further up your abdomen and almost choking on his spit when you spread your legs far, your pussy glistening with need and want and Lando and that fucking champagne bottle.

One of Lando's hands presses your lower stomach further on the couch while the other edges the knob of the bottle closer, closer, closer to your swollen clit. A loud, high moan fills the room, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to look at the scene between your thighs. Lando's eyes are stuck on it too, wide and slightly red from intoxication.

You buck your hips up, coating the top of the bottle with your slick when you pant. “Lan, please, no teasing, I can't—fuck!”

Lando typically prides himself on his ability to resist you. Just enough to get you really worked up and begging for his cock. But, looking into your eyes, glassy and desperate, he is just a man. He’d lined up the knob to your hole, rubbing languidly just to see your pussy clench on absolutely nothing. And then he’d thrust it inside your walls, almost groaning with you when he saw the stretch.

The stretch, almost ripping you into two, and you weren’t even taking a quarter of it yet.

“Lan, ‘feel s’good, full, fuck, fullfullfull," you blabber incoherently, but Lando feels the weight of your words and fucks the bottle back into you with the same intensity.

You aren't going to last long. And with the thought buried deep in the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn't. Not when Lan was practically doubled over, fucking the stupidly thick bottle into your walls. While his massive hands gripped onto the base of the bottle, your walls gripped onto it like a vice, like it was a cock you needed to milk.

Lan balances the bottle slightly on his thigh to bring his shaky hand down to your pussy, tracing the letters of his name onto your clit.

"Holy shit, Lan, fuck, I can't," you gasp, arching your back into his touch. "I'm close, I-I'm so fucking close."

"Let go, baby, cum f'me, go on," Lan heaves, like he's the one being fucked.

So, when Lan sends a particularly hard tweak at your wet clit, your hole tightens impossibly around the bottle, and a choked moan slips past your lips. If Lando wasn't aware of just how durable champagne bottles were, he'd be worried about it cracking.

"Fuckkk, yeah, baby, j'st like that, such a pretty slut, a cock's just not enough for you, hm?"

You don't bother responding with words. The white spots filling your eyesight and borderline pornographic moan do it for you, whimpering pathetically when fucks you with it through your orgasm.

A blinding flash illuminates the dark room. With furrowed brows, you look up at Lando—or rather, his phone and his shit-eating grin.

You can't find it in you to tell him to delete it.

And that, the look Lando's giving you behind the camera, drunk off of you now, and not the drinks from the club, is almost enough to get you needy again.

"Shit," you whimper out when Lando drags the bottle out of your pussy, walls gripping onto it like you'd die without it.

Lando grins from above you, and you want to kiss the dip of his cupid's bow where it forms a heart. So, you do. Cupping the back of his neck, you tug at his hair to meet his soft lips, smiling when his palms grasp onto the back of your thighs.

Lan picks you up like you weighed nothing—youcannotgethornyyoucannotgethorny—and you wrap your legs around his waist, detaching from his lips and burrying your face into the crook of his neck as he carries you into the bedroom and under the covers.

Even drunk, he was a gentleman.

"I love you," Lan mumbles when he circles his arm around your waist and pulls your back flush against his chest.

You hum, interlacing his hand with yours and squeezing once, twice, three times before your eyes fluttered shut. A fond laugh leaves Lando's mouth; he kisses the nape of your neck until his eyes burn sleepily.

"Lan, lan, lan," you say, shaking his limp frame with two hands on his broad shoulders. "Goddammit, Lan, wake the fuck up."

A less-suggestive groan than last night filled the room, and Lando buries his head further into the pillows. Maybe if he smushed his face hard enough, the pounding in his head would transfer onto the cushions.

You huff, extending your arm to your bedside table, and curl your fingers around your phone. The shriek that echoes across the room when you click on the camera app is enough to have Lando shooting up, eyes wide on your frame.

"Shit, fuck, what's wrong?" He exclaims, cupping both of your cheeks and eyes and flitting over your face once, twice to make sure you're not hurt.

You glance back down at your reflection on the screen. "Sorry, I j'st look horrible, and also."

It's Lando's turn to shriek when your palm strikes his shoulder, muttering while he rubs over the red mark, "Fuck was that for?!"

"I don't fucking know, Lan, I think your dicks' tripled in size," you whine embarrassedly, pointing at your gaping hole and aching thighs underneath the covers.

Lando's brows furrow, glancing down at himself. He's hard and fully clothed. "Baby . . . we didn't fuck last night."

"I- what?" you pout, confused.

His hand pulls your phone out of your grasp. But whatever Lando had planned to do was quickly discarded when he accidentally swiped left and his eyes blew wide.

"Uhm, y/n," he murmers almost shyly. "I may have found out what happened."

You crane your neck to the right, nervously so. Out of all of the things you'd expected your boyfriend to show you, it had not been a picture of you, sweaty and writhing with your pussy wrapped around a fucking champagne bottle.

"What the fuck?" You choke out, bringing a hand down to your pussy and fuck, how the hell had you taken that?

Lando's still staring at the photo with a gaping mouth—almost as stretched out as your hole. You'd laugh at yourself if you weren't equally shocked. "Fuck, y/n, that's . . ."

Weird? Nasty? Slutty?

"Hot."

Yeah, you probably should have expected that from Lando and the bulge straining his pants.

# not calling this a fic bcs of how poorly written this is HAHAHAHAHA i just love this idea and knew i had to write it

# reblogs and likes are appreciated if you liked it tho 🩷🩷 !

[berryblosom]

ATTENTION * ˚ ✦

Reader x jealous!Satoru ╰┈➤ Megumi is coming down with a cold and Satoru hates the attention you’re giving him.

A/N: I’m in such a slump lately, so here’s one of the many in my drafts :(

“Here sweet pea, take this and drink it all.” You carefully hand Megumi the cup of tea you brewed up for him. The poor thing came down with a nasty cold and can barely keep his eyes open, so you’re doing everything you can to make him feel better. Some would think of this as a loving gesture and would give praise but for your boyfriend it’s the last thing he would do.

You’ve noticed ever since Megumi came back from school with a cough that Satoru has been giving the two of you the stink eye, he lurks behind doors and stands in corners of the room scowling at Megumi. Every where you turn he’s there giving you strange looks and then walking away without a word when you catch him. You knew he was werid when you first met him but maybe he’s finally loosing his mind.

“Satoru would you stop that.” You knew he was behind you so you didn’t bother turning around but you could basically feel the daggers he was shooting into your back.

“I’m not doing anything- I mean I’m not talking to you.” He grumbles with his arms crossed.

“Oh no, whos going to talk my ear off now?” You dramatically turned and feigned an distraught look. Megumi giggles from the couch which earns him a glare from your boyfriend.

“This is bullying you know!” With one last angry look at the two of you Satoru storms off to your room. Megumi breaks out in a fit of laughter but you smile knowing that a laugh from you would just set Satoru off even more.

“I’ll go check on him.” You leave the kitchen and follow Satoru into your bedroom. You found him faced down on the bed, his face buried in his pillow.

climbing onto the bed you lay down next to him. “Do you wanna tell me what that was?” He turns his head slightly so you could see his blue eyes but he said nothing.

“You know if I didn’t know better I’d say your jealous of little Megs out there.” You raise your eyebrows in question, you knew you were right but wanted Satoru to admit it himself.

“I’m not jealous of that shrimp.” He mumbles and you stifle a laugh.

“Satoru look at me please.” It takes him a couple seconds but he finally turns his head to look at you fully. His infamous “Im mad at you” pout was as clear as day on his lip but you just found it adorable.

“I am not jealous, he’s a little shit that need to give me back my girl.” You laugh and Satoru perks up at this, if there’s anything that could make him feel better is knowing he made you laugh.

“He’s sick Toru and he’s seven. He needs someone to take care of him.” Satoru sits up and pulls you up with him.

“I’m sick too (a lie) but you haven’t even given me so much as a kiss for five whole days.” He waved his slender hand in you face, as if that made is point more believable.

Megumi has only been sick for one day but your boyfriend had a flare for the dramatic. Satoru clearly wasn’t going to let this go until you did something about so without warning you climb into his lap and wrap you arms around him.

“My poor baby, what can I do to make you feel better hmm?” Satoru reacts to your touch instantly, his eyes follow your every word and it was vey clear what he wanted.

You cup his face and lean slightly forward, your lips linger infront of his teasing him slightly until you hear a quiet whine escape him.

You kiss him softly with your fingertips running through his hair but Satoru needed more. He grabs your legs wrapping them around his torso, you were much closer now and he could kiss how he wanted to.

“Mhm Megumi is in the living room, slow down.” Satoru doesn’t listen, continuing to caress your skin and press sloppy kisses on your neck. He captures your lips again this time managing to push his tongue past your mouth. Satoru has always been a good kisser especially when he hasn’t kissed you for a long time. He finally lets you go to catch your breath. You watch him rest his head on your chest and nuzzles into you.

“I’m your one and only right.” Blue eyes gaze up at you with hope swimming in them. You loved Satoru more than anything and found it amusing he thought your love for him was being threatened by a sickly seven year old. But to ease his mind you’d tell him over and over if you have to.

“You’re my one and only, my sweet baby that I love very much.” His signature giddy smile returns to his face so you thought this was the best time to check up on Megumi.

Satoru notices your attempt to leave and locks you with his arms. “Where are you going?”

“To give Megs his soup, there’s still a sick child in the house remember.” He looks hesitant to let you go but knew he really had no choice.

“You’ll come back to me right?” You smile and peck his forehead

“Of course.”

[hellaarknight]

Friends to lovers trope with Chuuya

Friend Chuuya who remembers exactly how you two met at a coffee shop when he accidentally spilled his coffee cup on your flowery dress. Friend Chuuya who calls you a crybaby every time you reminisce about your first encounter because you just burst out in tears. In your defense, it was a tough day and that was the drop that made everything spill out. Friend Chuuya who listens to you talk about your crushes but doesn't really understand why it bothers him so much.

Friend Chuuya who always gets you your favourite chocolate when the two of you meet. Something about that precious smile of yours, makes his chest feel fuzzy. Friend Chuuya who doesn't tell you that he's in the Mafia, because he is afraid that you might not wanna keep in touch anymore. Perfectly normal response, he thinks, but for the first time in a while, he chooses to be selfish and just promises to himself that he'll find a way to protect you no matter what. Friend Chuuya who gets anxious every time you don't answer your phone or when you take too much to respond to a text. Not because he's controlling, but because he's afraid you might have been taken as a target. Friend Chuuya who offers to beat up every guy who makes you cry. No questions asked. Friend Chuuya who always notices small details about you, like your favorite flowers, your favorite outfit, your likes and dislikes when it comes to food. Friend Chuuya who loves to tease you and see your fluster state. Friend Chuuya whose heart skips a beat every time your hand touches his. Friend Chuuya who cooks you dinner after not seeing you for so long and wondering how it would be if the two of you could do it more often. Friend Chuuya who after a so long and dangerous mission sprints directly to your apartment because he has to see you, to hug you, to make sure you're safe and sound. Friend Chuuya who appears in front of your apartment being a mess, covered with blood, tired, and with cuts but whose eyes light up when you open the door. Friend Chuuya who hugs you unexpectedly, thanking the gods that you're not in any danger. Friend Chuuya who kisses you right then and there, because he needed to feel you. You, who are still confused, respond just as eagerly because you also have feelings for him. Chuuya who promises to tell you everything after he gets a shower and calms down, but first he asks you for one more kiss. Chuuya who deep down is afraid that after hearing everything you'll decide to go no contact. But a promise is a promise and he spills everything, from his position in the mafia, his last mission, and his feelings for you. Chuuya who anxiously awaits your reaction, for you to say something, but too afraid to meet your eyes. Chuuya who lights up when you shrug and say ”That's all? I thought you were going to say that you don't have feelings for me or something. And your job sounds more dreadful than mine, we can figure out the details about all of the implications later.” Chuuya who asks you to be his girlfriend and promises you to do his best to protect you from his life, but he would totally understand if you'd say no. He slowly fell in love with you, without even realizing and to be honest, he couldn't picture his life without having you in it, friend or girlfriend. But he had to leave the decision in your hands. Boyfriend Chuuya whose heart is full when you accept and move to kiss his pretty face „It was time you finally asked me out, Chu. Took you a while, hmm?”. Boyfriend Chuuya who can't stop grinning and keeps you in his arms all night long while talking about the two of you and how you both are the blind idiots when it comes to feelings.

[selfindulgentpixies]

A drop of you on my tongue

MDNI i will block on sight

Heeey I'm alive and writing again! So i'm here with an Aventurine x GN!reader fic! And it's well a lactation kink fic. Been having terrible writer's block but @yinyuedijun pulled me out of it very unexpectedly this morning. I'm in love with how they write Aven but it was anon they got that sent me down this rabbit hole. I've always liked lactation kink but i don't think i've written it on this blog before.

Cw: Reader is Afab but GN! using they/them pronouns. (since non-binary and transmasc people such as myself are indeed able to get pregnant) Reader is somewhere between the end of their first trimester and beginning of their second (it is indeed possible to start lactating that early.) Aventurine is implied to have been away for a bit but I don't elaborate on the reasons. Also i am a fuckin sap so i hope Aven isn't too ooc for you guys. During the fic he get's called Aven and Vasha at different moments. Please be kind since I just punched through a writers block with this.

Word count: 1600+

It’s not intentional on either of your parts if you’re being honest. There was just a need for eachother, a need for intimacy after time spent apart. It didn’t matter to him that you were pregnant with his child already, or perhaps it was even more reason for him to want to touch you. To reacquaint himself with your body after his absence.

Aventurine helps free you from your shirt, exposing parts of you both familiar and new to him causing you to glance away. There’s of course a new swell to  both your chest and and stomach, stretch marks that hadn’t been there previously and an added softness beginning to settle in about you.

“Hey now,”  his voice is almost achingly gentle just like the fingers he places on your jaw so he can turn your face toward him. “You’re not getting shy on me now are you?” and oh, the look in his eyes isn’t one you’re familiar with. There’s both softness and awe in his gaze and it makes you feel far more bare before him than any lack of clothing ever could. 

“Would it be so strange if I was?” 

He hums and leans in to kiss you while the hand that had been on your cheek skims down your neck and down to the tender swell of one your breasts.  “Hmm perhaps not but I can show you that you don’t need to be.”  And his lips are moving against yours, his free hand coming up to cup the back your neck so you don’t pull away. All it takes is a gentle squeeze to your breast and you gasp, opening your mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue in to greet your own. He’s pushing you back to lay against soft pillows when you whine into him, your back arching and that’s when he feels it. A warm and wet sensation rolling between his fingers and down the back of his hand.

He pulls back, surprised and holds up his hand to look at it. Twisting his wrist as the warm pearl of white rolls down. Heat rises in your cheeks and you begin to turn toward your bedside to reach for tissues. “Shit. I’m sorry, Aven, they just started doing that, i didn’t think-”

“Considering the places i’ve put my tongue on you before,” You glance toward him, catch his fascinated gaze as it follows the droplets curling down his wrist and watch as a flash of pink darts out and he licks up the back of his hand and to the space space between his fingers where your milk had first squeezed out, “do you really think this would bother me?” His eyes fall shut. It’s warm of course but also so much sweeter than he would have thought it would be. “Fuck.. And here I thought your cunt was sweet.” 

It’s obscene. It shouldn’t turn you on and yet you feel heat curling low within you at the sight. You’re so lost in this thought that you don’t notice him until he’s right in front of you, his lips brushing your own and his tongue pressing the taste of you into your own mouth. He was right, it is sweet. “Will you let me have more?” The heated words are spoken directly into your mouth, while his hands make their way to your hips to give a reassuring squeeze.

You’ve always been terrible at denying Aventurine things. Taking any opportunity you can to give him whatever you can given everything he’s given you. Not just the material things but the less tangible. Smooth and syrupy words coaxing you to let him in, dropping the walls you’d kept up around your tender heart in a way you’d let so few in. Let him see your scar tissue in hopes that he’d show you his own. This is no different. Especially not when it’s proof of just another thing he’s given you. Something you were giving each other that neither of you had dared hope to have again. 

Still speaking against each others lips. “...alright if it’s something you’re sure you want.”

You feel and then see him smirk as he pulls back, eyes sparkling with something mischievous. “Of course it is.” He gives your hips another squeeze and tugs at you. “Here, switch places with me.” 

You tip your head quizzically but do as he asks so he can sit back against the plush pillows before encouraging you to sit on his lap. 

“There you go.” He runs nose along your jaw before kissing down your neck. “Arch your back a little bit for me.” And you do, pressing your chest that little bit up toward him so he can more easily dip his head down. He cups one of your breasts and licks at the bead of milk that’s collected on your nipple before coaxing it into his mouth using his tongue. An appreciative groan rumbles up his chest, vibrating through your sensitive flesh. It’s different from the other times he’s played with your body. You’re so much more sensitive, almost too sensitive, a whimpered moan falling past your lips as you press your chest further against him. There's a sensation you’d almost describe as a pull as his skilled tongue gently works you, figuring out how to best draw milk from you. You feel it when he gets it, gets your sweet essence  beginning to pool on his tongue for him to drink down. 

You nearly miss it when he begins to rut against your thinly clothed cunt. His free arm wraps around the small of your back pulling you tight to him, the slight swell of your belly pressing against the toned planes of his own. You whine beginning to grind against him in turn. He moans something incoherent against your skin.

Your hands move seemingly of their own accord to gently run through his hair, smoothing it back from his face as you look down at him. His eyes are half lidded, dazed even. “That good, ‘vasha?” The affectionate and rarely used abbreviation of his true name dripping from your lips like warm honey. 

 “S’good” he mumbles against you followed by him bucking his hips and whining against your soft skin. A resounding yes if you ever heard one. You moan and it trails into a breathy laugh as the two of you continue to rut together. Evidence of your own pleasure soaking through the cloth of your sleepshorts and through the fabric of his own slacks. Pity that they’ll probably be ruined, not that either of you actually cared. 

With a moan he pops off your nipple, “Think I can make you cum just like this?” he asks before adjusting his hold so he can move to your other breast, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth before you can actually answer. 

“Ha-ah- careful that one’s more sore-” and he is careful, gentle with you, but he doesn’t stop. He’s lost to you, seemingly eager to drown in everything you give him. A mix of pleasure from the eager grind of your bodies and the sweet taste of you filling his mouth. 

Any soreness is forgotten as it blurs into pleasure once he pulls your hips down more firmly against him. Rutting his clothed cock into the thin and soaked fabric separating the two of you. It’s with a well timed push that catches against your clothed clit and particularly hard suck that your body goes taunt, your breast smothering Aventurine as your release truly soaks you both. Your world goes blank.

You’re so gone to the world that you don’t even register that Aventurine has also cum in his own pants. Shuddering with you before releasing your nipple and panting as he carefully rolls the two of you so you’re laying down while he hovers above you. It’s when his thumb rubs beneath your eye that you blink back into focus. He’s beautiful and disheveled. A bit of milk clings to the corner of his shiny and slightly swollen lips.  And oh, you almost want to look away because his eyes are full of so much adoration and it’s all focused on you.

His lips move and your name reaches you, almost sounding as if he’s said it more than once now. “-are you alright?” The inquiry is accompanied by him brushing hair away from your temple while he sits beside you. 

“Sorry- I i’m okay. More than okay.” 

He smiles, relief making his shoulders sag just a bit. “Good, you had me worried for a moment there.” Amusement shines in his eyes. “Now as much as I’d like to just lay here with you, how about we clean ourselves up first.” He gestures toward the lower halves of your bodies with a grimace. Both of you were an absolute mess after all of that.  

You whine not actually wanting to get up but knowing the growing awareness of your own discomfort would make it impossible to just roll back over. In the time it takes you to start getting up Aventurine is around to your side of the bed ready to help you up. “You know i’m not so far along that I need help getting out of bed.”

He hums in acknowledgement. “Yes but how about you just let me help, to make up for my time away.” 

He doesn’t comment on the little eyeroll as you take his hands. “Fine fine… Let me guess you’re gonna help me shower too?”

“Now you’re getting it~” he practically chirps at you before pulling you up and beginning to walk you toward the attached bathroom. “And once we’re all cleaned up and cozy in bed maybe you’ll let me have another taste of you.” He noses at your hair. 

“You’re terrible you know that right?”

“You’re figuring that out a little late, don’t you think?” 

It’s a strange way to say ‘I love you.’ yet you both know that’s what fills those words as you both share a small smile

And there you have it. My writer's block broken by lactation kink. Special thanks to @yinyuedijun for inspiring this, i really hope you enjoy it. Also special thanks to @080325 and @fushigurro for proof reading for me

Divider credit it @threnodians

Tag list: @pastelle-rabbit @zorosdimples @strawberrystepmom @whispers-of-lilith

I'm actually not that sure who wants to be tagged in this one

[sophvilla]

My Baby's Jealous ?

°°°°°°°°°Enha Series°°°°°°°°

Pairing: Bf! Jake X Gf! Femreader

Synopsis: You made a revenge plan on your boyfriend as He’s been a Tease Every concert He’s at, let's just say it backfired on you which led to a lot of unexpected pleasure.

Warning: Smut, 18+, MDNI, light Degradation, mention of baby, slut, overstimulation, riding, Idol!Jake X NonIdol! Femreader.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

Well you made a revenge plan on your boyfriend as He’s been a Tease Every concert He’s at, flirting back to every fans possible, being hot.

Also you didn’t get easily Jealous because you understand he has a job and Must love his fans and you supported that but for the past few concerts he’s been sticking his tongue out or Being extra hot which not normally his behaviour,

So you thought that two can play that game, you decided to Invite all of his friends Group to Your apartment for a get together feast,

What Jake didn’t expect that evening is that you would wear such scrumptious dress for that and act all smiley, cute and overall being a tease to him as you interacted with his Friends,

What you didn’t expect that the plan would backfire on you as you found yourself on the coach with you fully stuffed to brim with Jake’s cock rutting inside of you,

“Stay on it,” he breathes, arms circling around you to keep you on his cock. His lips brush against your chest, lightly nipping at the skin.

“Jake, I can’t!” you whine, legs shaking as you try to get off his lap. “’s too much, I’m gonna cum again,!"

" Isn’t that what you wanted when you were all being smiley with Heeseung” he said as he pounded inside of you.

“ Or how You laughed at Jay’s lame ass jokes, hmm tell me baby? Wasn’t it you motive to make me all pent up, well here you have it, so Fucking take it all !! ” as He continues to Give hard thrust inside your overstimulated cunt, leaving your mouth dry.

Jake doesn’t even bother pulling out when he thrusts, just grinding his dick into you while he watches you fall apart. “you like it baby, come on.”

Head falling onto his shoulder, he bites back a grin as he thrusts up. Your eyes are rolling back, feeling him pound into you from below. You don’t think you can take it anymore, but it's all you want.

He isn’t wrong when he says you like it.

Your hands slap his shoulders, not able to do much as he manhandles you to bounce on his dick. “J-Jake, fuck, oh my god!”

Legs shaking, he manoeuvres you to lay on your back. Throwing your ankles over his left shoulder, he continues to thrust into your cunt, hitting your g-spot with ease.

“give me some more, pretty.” He grins, “you’re not done until I say you are.”

You hate how he’s so good at keeping you pinned, but then again, when he uses his strength to keep you pliant, you’re practically looking up at him with hearts in your eyes.

“what a slut,” he laughs, “you like this.”

You nod furiously, “mmm, I love it!”

Moving one of your ankles to his other shoulder, he leans down, smothering your face in chaste kisses.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Jake starts slamming his hips into you. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

You feel like your eyes are crossing as he forces orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your legs are quivering while he continues to poke and prod everywhere you’re sensitive.

“so good for me,” he says, breath tickling your ear, “I could have you like this all day, baby.”

He feels you clench down on him and he sloppily kisses your cheek, “I feel it baby, give it to me.”

“Jake, ‘s too big,” you cry, “I think ‘m gonna make a mess!”

He shushes you, calming you down by cupping your face in his hands, keeping your eyes on him.

His thrusts don’t slow, feeling his release. “’s okay, Don’t worry-I’m gonna cum baby, where-“

“insideee!” you whine, “need it inside!”

He cums the second he hears you and you follow, Squirting all over his abdomen. He drops majority of his weight onto you, feeling his cock go limp inside your cunt. He presses a kiss to your temple, Praising you softly.

When he pulls out, he props your hips up with a Pillow, keeping your legs spread so he can admire the mess.

“ Now don’t go around Being all jealous when I only make you squirt like that, not them” He says with a chuckle still gaze fixed at your fucked out face.

As you smile while drifting into a slumber while thinking how your plan worked out either way.

[rheiple]

He's Super Shy, Super Shy

-OneShot

▪︎SUMMARY↦ You’d think he’s avoiding you, but if he is then why is he watching you?

▪︎WARNING/s↦ None

▪︎CHARACTER/s↦ Moon, Reader, lil bits of Sun

▪︎WORD COUNT↦ 1769

▪︎AUTHOR'S NOTE↦ This Fic is inspired by the song called “Talk to you” by Ricky Montgomery. You should check out his other songs to, it’s such a banger!!

There he goes again, leaving him to talk to you.

Moon, as quiet as a mouse, lifted himself up with his trusty hook and stayed at the ceiling. He observed how his Sunny counter part keeps chatting your ears off. You don’t seem to mind though, even butting in sometimes to speak out your thoughts.

He lets out a quiet sigh. He admires Sun, being able to socialize with anyone, and everyone liking his extroverted personality. He may be a clean freak, but he’s also very creative. Having no trouble to talk to anyone with anything on his mechanical mind. He likes that.

He also wished he had that ability.

At first, he didn’t really care. He had no one to talk to besides his other half. Almost everyone is scared to talk to him, much less even be in his presence. It stings, but just a little bit. It’s not like socializing is a necessity anyways.

His ruby eyes scanned your unique features. Unintentionally saving every detail to his data bank.

You… You make it seem like a need.

He noticed that your quite a chatter box whenever you “talk" to him during his repairs. The first time he met you. When he accidentally fell really high up, because his cable snapped. He had to shut down his body to save some energy. However he could still hear whatever's happening to his surroundings. He could also feel sensations, able to identify something that touched him. He felt like he had what you humans call a ‘coma’.

At first he was angered at being rough handled by a bunch of sweaty, and possibly grimy old hands. Getting strapped at what he knows is the cylinder repair station. He heard them talking, more so complaining about their job. But then they eventually got out.

It was silent for a moment, until a sound of someone entering the chamber ruined the quietness.

He didn’t expected to have gentle hands cupping his face.

He surprised himself that he welcomed the feeling of their soft and warm palms.

“Oh you poor guy. I’ll get you fixed in no time!”

He wanted to follow their hands again. He heard clicks and clanks of tools they needed to use. He felt their hands on his chest plate, opening up his case to replace it.

He didn’t really knew what happened after that. Floating in and out of consciousness because he was almost out of energy. He wanted to save up just so he could at least see you and maybe meet you again sometime. He could only bask in to your careful touch.

Time flies so fast he noticed. He was instantly greeted with darkness when he gained control on his body. He looks at the human responsible of fixing him.

….Hmm, how peculiar.

He’d never seem you before, are you perhaps a new hire? He doesn’t have your information yet. Are you only a mechanic that they called in?

He gave his face plate a little spin. And he sees you grinning triumphantly at the action. With your hands on your hips and your chest puffed up, you proudly boasted about your handiwork. You introduced yourself to him. Funny human. Why bother telling him your name, isn’t he just a bot to you? You even held out your hand for him to shake.

You’re strange. But he likes it for some reason. Maybe it’s because he is also weird.

He amused you by shaking your hand, and telling you his name.

“Moon huh? Classic name.”

“..Thank you..”

A ringtone emits from your best pocket. He turned his face plate upside down.

He waited for you to bid your goodbye to someone on the phone. And you looked at him with a smile. “Well Moon, you’re good to go! You’re cable is already getting worked on. I hope to see you around!”

He watched you left him for the outside.

He needed to know, after encountering you he waited and waited, hoped even to get to meet you again. Every time you enter this Plex he observed you during his free time. He wanted to know if you remembered what you told him. But did you even remembered him? He hoped so.

There are times you take a glance inside the Daycare. And he would be also there, but he’s hiding from you instead of approaching you, like what his brother self is doing.

He doesn’t understand himself. Why is he hesitant on approaching you? Is it because he’s afraid? Of what exactly, you’re the one who had the guts to act casual with him on your first meeting. So why?

Now that he thought hard about it, he… Didn’t know what to say if he were to come up at you. He doesn’t think you’d appreciate it if he just, stared at you. What do people say to start conversations? How’s the weather down there? Real nice.

He decided, it’d be much better to just admire you from afar like right now to save the both of you from his awkwardness.

He looks at Sun with a slight frown. While he admired his alter self, he also couldn’t help but envy him at the same time. He was given the ability to be a natural talker, he wished that they could’ve just have the same personality chip, so instead of watching the two of you he’d be also there at the table. Chatting along with you two.

He saw you bidding farewell, the other doing at same, but with a hug. His hands twitched, wanting to hug you like he did.

The solar animatronic went to the Daycare, and the lunar bot followed suit.

Upon opening the Daycare doors, He called out to him to come down the ceiling. He obliged as they noticed that the Daycare is in a messy state.

He focused on wiping down the kiddie tables with a clean wet range while he stacked up those big cylinder blocks. “So… when are ya stop acting like creep and start talking to them like a normal person?”

Moon clicked his tongue in annoyance. “I don’t appreciate being insulted.”

“Oh c'mon! But you know it’s true! Aren’t you tired of waiting for them to come up to you to talk to you? Make the first move! All you have to do is greet them, ask how they’ve been, and then ask about whatever you want to know about them. It’s easy as one, two, three – even a toddler would be able to follow!”

He grumbled, tucking in the chair. “Not as easy as you think it is…”

Sun lets out a tired sigh. “I could help you by introducing you to them, but then I’ll leave you two be. I’ll watch over you two from afar, to coach you up if you think you need help! How does that sound Moonie?”

The moon lets out a thoughtful hum. He, wasn’t sure if he’ll be able to do well. But he supposes it’s better than just watching. Going out of his comfort zone doesn’t sound so bad if it means being able to be friends with you.

He decided, rather than letting fate decide he’ll control it, just to meet you soon.

.

.

.

He can’t do it.

He’ll just let fate decide when you two could meet again, he wouldn’t mind waiting for years to happen. He’s a patient bot, he has the patience of a saint just for you.

He could feel the force from his back, that force being Sun trying to push him towards you. Who’s currently eating at one of the benches at the cafeteria.

Sun grunted in annoyance. “hngg, it’s now or never Moonie. Just go talk to them already!”

He pushed himself back just as harder. “You told me you’ll introduce me to them!...” He whispered yelled.

“I have to go help Vanessa- to-to locate a lost kid at arcade!”

“..Let’s switch..”

With all his might, he put all of his energy into pushing him. ”No!..Yo-you go talk to them..now!”

…

You saw him walking towards you. Well, it wasn’t really walking, it’s like someone pushed him towards you. You didn’t see who it was, but you guessed it was another animatronic. There’s no way a human would be able to push him that hard.

He sees your eye widen. “Moon was it? Good day to you.”

The tall animatronic fiddled with his hat.

“..Likewise..”

There was a pause for a moment, but you broke it by asking if he wanted to take a seat beside you. He seemed so nervous. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t found it cute. He took a seat beside you and you began eating your lunch.

…It was quiet, yet you didn’t mind. You didn’t want to talk while your mouth was full. Moon however, seem to be on edge with the silence. You asked him if he’s alright, and he said he was fine. His tense slowly faded away as time passed.

He only waited for you to finish your food. When you bit off the last bits of your lunch, you went to drink fizzy faz you bought earlier. Seeing this as the right time, he asked you how your day went, and you responded well. You asked his day was going and he replied the same thing.

You asked him how his job is being a daycare attendant, and he replied with honesty. Telling you how most of the time it was ok, but the rest of the time it was very difficult.

As time went on, he noticed that you were taking the lead of the conversation. Did you noticed that he was nervous talking to you? You don’t seem to mind his quiet nature. He feels relaxed just by just being the listener between the two of you.

He made a witty comment on your story, and his circuits heated up when you laughed in joy. “Haha! I didn’t know you had that in ya Moonie!”

He too didn’t know. But he knows it’s because of you. He made you laugh, it was so pretty. It’s like having the same feeling of a fan hearing their favorite singer sing. Is this what Sun felt when he makes everyone around them smile brightly? He wanted this to last.

…

Seeing you and him chatting away, Sun puffed his chest out in pride. “Ugh!...Finally, now that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Vanessa called for his assistance with carrying two big loaded carts. She asked him what was he talking about.

“Oh nothin’! Just cheering on a fool in love!”

“...Right.”

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Jealousy Jealousy part 2

hello everyone!! this is part 2 to my Melissa fic (the smut) that I finally decided to finish writing!! let me know what you think good or bad :) part one is on my page directly under this post (because I'm stupid and don't know how to link it to this post)

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Melissa's laugh fills the room and you think it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. A smile forms again and you look at her. 

“Hmm?” she questions as you move your hands to cup her face and slowly pull her forward until her nose touches yours.

“I just can't help but think of how I'm falling for you” you reply with affection laced in your voice.

She wastes no time in capturing your lips again drawing out a hum of approval from you. Her hands roam until they are tugging at your shirt.

“Off” she commands. You slowly sit up practically throwing your shirt and bra on the floor.

Her eyes graze over your body but it's not long before she pushes you back down, this time with purpose. With one hand she grabs at your hair and pulls until your head throws back and you let out a low moan. She sucks and bites until there are deep purple spots along the side of your neck.

“Have to let them know you're mine.” is the only thing she says between her bites.

“Yours” you pant out “I'm yours.”

She groans in approval, your words clearly affecting her just as her actions are you.

She begins scooting back slowly while leaving a trail of kisses down to your right breast making your hips buck up into her in anicaption. “Please mel” is all you can get out before she takes your nipple in your mouth and gently starts sucking.

Her left hand untangles from the grip on your hair and works its way down to your left nipple which she rolls between her fingers, only making you buck your hips harder as you desperately try to find friction.

“Patience love, I'll take good care of you. I promise” she replies in response to your neediness, voice deep and laced with arousal. The sound alone of her voice like that could make you cum right then and there.

She lets your nipple go with a small and gentle bite to it and then slowly works her way down leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach in her path. Slowly, way too slowly for your liking, she discards your jeans and your underwear and levels her face with your now soaked pussy.

“Fuck.. so wet for me” she husks out and before you can come up with a reply she licks straight up to your swollen clit. You couldn't care to be quiet or bother to hold back your moans as she started sucking on the swollen bud.

“Jesus- Fuck Mel!” You let out and your thighs instinctively close around her head. With her hands she prys them open forcefully and lifts your legs over her arms as she nuzzles her face closer, licks becoming faster. 

One hand tugs at her hair the other gripping at the couch to ground you. It's not long until your toes are curling and your legs start to shake. “Please Mel please, I'm so close please don't stop”

Her only reply is to untangle one of her arms that was holding open your legs and move her fingers to your entrance. She held her hand there and raised her head ever so slightly to align her eyes to yours, silently asking if it was okay, but never stopping her mouth from its work on your clit. You looked down at her nodding and that was all she needed as she pushed two fingers inside of you.

“Right there Mel, fuck, yes, please!” you moaned out as she curled her fingers inside of you.

With only a few short moments of the mix of her fingers and her mouth, you were dangerously close to cumming. “Melissa..I'm going to- Can I cum for you? Please? Fuck!” 

She hummed her approval and that was all you needed before you came, letting out a string of curses as you came crashing down.

Melissa, smirking, crawled back up to kiss you again after you were done coming down from your high. “You did so well. Such a good girl for me” You couldn't help but moan again at her words. “Oh? Do you think you could go again?” she said in reply to your moan and her fingers began to draw circles on your clit.

You whine out at the sensitivity. “I know baby, but you can do it. For me.”

You blush at her words and your hips begin to rock back and forth at the building of your second orgasm. “Mel. Melissa. I- Fuck” is all you can say before you cum again.

“So pretty. So perfect. All mine” she whispers in your ear as you cum.

Melissa pulls her hand away, lifts her face, and looks down at you smugly.

“I'm going to wipe that smirk off your face Schemmenti,” you say as you lean up and push her down so the roles are now reserved with you on top of her.

Her eyes widen and you notice her blush and you couldn't help but form a smirk of your own as you help rid her of her clothing.

“Jesus Melissa. You're gorgeous.” you notice her blush deepens and quickly go to kiss her lips again. Your tongue enters her mouth and you earn a muffled moan from her. Breaking the kiss you move to attach to her neck leaving your own hickeys in your path.

“It's only fair they know you're mine in return,” you say against her neck giving it a kiss before trailing down to her thigh. “They won't get to see them all though,” you tell her just before nipping down on her inner thigh, biting and sucking harshly.

“Y/N. I need you” she moans out as she takes her hand and attempts to drag your face to her now dripping center. You couldn't make her wait any longer and you quickly take her into your mouth. 

“Fuck you taste so good” you moan out and the vibrations of your speaking cause her to gasp and dig her heels further into the couch.

“Just like that. Jesus! Y/N it feels so good, you feel so fucking good” 

You can't help but smile as you swirl your tongue against her clit, never stopping your rhythm.

Her hand still in your hair grips harder, pushing you closer as she cries out your name. “I'll cum I’ll cum please” she chokes out and it's the sexiest thing you think you've ever heard. “Cum for me Mel'' you break away to say before quickly attaching yourself to her again licking faster.

She moans loudly, so loud you're sure your neighbors will hear but you can't seem to care in the slightest. You don't stop until her hand swats at your head letting you know she's too sensitive to continue. 

“Fuck. That was... Honestly the best sex of my life” she whispers causing you to giggle as you slide up and lay next to her. She turns over to look at you and tucks your hair behind your ear.

“For me too” you reply looking deep into her eyes.

Melissa grins and wraps her arms around you pulling you close to her. 

“As much as I love being in your arms we will both feel shitty tomorrow if we fall asleep on this couch” you muffle out against her “Besides the bed is bigger and I don’t think I'm done with you yet.”

She laughs and in that moment you decide you want to hear her laugh like that for the rest of your lives.

“I like the sound of that” is her only reply as she sits up and pulls you to stand with her. “I'm far from done with you either.”

You can't help but grin. After all, you just got yourself Melissa freaking Schemmenti.

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Home at last

Pure fluff, coz my boy's so fluffy! (plus, I needed to wash away my previous fic!! 🥵)

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / reader (gender not specified)

Theme: fluff, a little angst if you squint

Warnings: not proofread

Word count: 0.8 k

It’s just another one of those days, when the world seems to crumble down around you and your tongue feels too heavy you don’t wanna speak a word. As much as you need to hear his voice, you don’t wanna trouble him with your blues, he’s busy enough as is, why bother him with your mood swings? You’re watching a random episode of your comfort sitcom to try and distract yourself when his name appears on your phone screen, as if he sensed you need him.

“Hey gorgeous! How are you?” his sweet voice brings a smile to your lips.

“Hi, I’m good, thanks.”

“..hmm… are you sure? That’s not how your voice sounds like.”

“Yea… I’m fine.”

“I’m coming over.”

“No, you don’t need to, I know you had a busy day.”

“Nonsense. I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up so you don’t get a chance to argue. Despite having been dating for only a few months, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows you tend to keep everything to yourself, so if he doesn’t try to help, you’d never reach out.

Finally, he’s here, with bags of takeouts in his hands. As soon as you see his warm smile and glittering eyes, your heart skips a beat. He puts the bags down and opens his arms to you. You hug him impossibly tight, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“Thanks for coming.” You mumble to his chest.

“Anything for you, babe.”

He breaks the hug and cups your cheeks in his hands.

“I really missed you.” he says while leaning in to capture your lips. A few gentle kisses later and you already feel much better.

He points to the bags “shall we eat?”.

“I’m not really hungry…”

“Were you gonna skip dinner again?”

You don’t answer, just stare at the floor.

“Come on, let’s eat together.”

You follow him like a puppy. He sets the table and feeds you. No one ever treated you like this before, no one ever cared if you ate well or got enough rest. No one ever asked if you needed to talk. No one was ever there for you. Sure, you had friends and a seemingly loving family, but whenever you weren’t feeling well, they just kept away and let you be until you came around again on your own.

After dinner, you cuddle up in front of the TV, your back resting on his chest, his arms around your waist, a fluffy blanket covering you both.

“Are you comfortable jagya?”

You nod, looking up at him, he kisses your forehead. You turn your head back towards the TV and he rests his cheek on top of your head.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“There’s really nothing to say… you’re here and I feel much better.” you bring his hand up to your lips and kiss along a vein. He tightens his grip around you. The warmth radiating from his body melts your heart. You sink deeper in his embrace.

He kisses your temple. “Whenever you need me, I’ll be here, all you gotta do is say the word.” He whispers in your ear. You smile and nod at him. Oh you got words you wanna tell him so bad, but you’re afraid it’s too soon and would scare him off. You rest your head back on the juncture of his shoulder and neck. His cologne on his pulse point mixed with his scent engulf your senses. You can’t help but give a lingering peck to his neck. He nuzzles his cheek against your hair in response.  

You feel like your heart is so full it could burst. How he turned your whole mood around. Right here, in his arms, it’s where you belong. You think no matter how shitty life gets, if you have him by your side, nothing can bother you or make you wanna give up. With him in your life, you could live forever or die happily any moment. You hate to admit a boy has such an impact on you, but he’s no ordinary boy, you’ve never come across someone like him, or maybe you think this way because… you’re in love.

You make up your mind, if it’s gonna scare him off, it better happen sooner than later, before the possible damage gets irreparable.

“Min?” you call out.

“Yes babe?”

“I think… I think I’m in love with you…”

“Well, that works out perfectly! Coz I’m in love with you too.” He says with a big bright smile on his face. Then he leans in to seal his words. He removes an arm from around your waist to cup your cheek. His lips move gently on yours, each kiss drenched in love, telling you things words never could. He feels like home, like the soothing breeze of a spring night, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms. A single tear rolls down your cheek and he catches it with his thumb.

He breaks the kiss: “Are you alright love?”

“I am, I really am, haven’t been this well for a long time.”

He keeps caressing your cheek as he adoringly gazes into your eyes, melting you into a puddle.

“My sweet sweet baby.” he says as he takes you back into his arms.

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Kinktober 2023 | Day Ten — William Killick + uniform kink, dirty talk

Pairing -> dom!william killick x wife!reader

Warnings -> smut (minors dni), dom!william, sub!reader, mention of military duty, use of good girl, sir kink, captain kink, william in his uniform>>>>>

KINKTOBER 2023 MLIST

Disclaimer: The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

“I knew you liked it,” William said sweetly, resting his forehead against yours. He cupped your cheeks in his hand, caressing it with his fingers. “I can see the way you look at me when I wear it. All bothered-like. Just want a strong man to take care of you, hmm?”

You shuddered. William was right. You did like it when he wore his uniform, especially now that you were finally seeing him against after his deployment. How was it your fault he looked so damn good in it? It complimented his skin tone, it matched his dark brown hair almost perfectly, and it outlined his body, showing that he was strong and muscular and fit. When he wore it, it was like he commanded respect, and when you were by his side, it felt like no one could hurt you, that you were under protection, William’s protection. That you were his. 

“Yeah,” you admitted, trying not to get all flustered about it. If you didn’t downplay the situation you were sure you’d be in for nights of teasing. “It just, it looks nice on you. It’s a pretty colour.”

Images of fantasies you’ve had came up in your head. You tried to push them down, but you couldn’t stop thinking about them, especially now . . . William, holding you in his arms, shielding you from the dangers of the outside world. He would command you and dominante you, but in the loveliest ways — in a caring way. In a way that said he loved you. Sometimes he’d be on top, fucking you so good, but with his uniform on. He’d ask you — no, demand you call him ‘Captain’, and you would.  

William kissed you softly, his lips brushing up against yours. “I know it is. Is this what you want?” he asked.

“What?”

“Is this what you want?” he repeated. “To make love to you in this uniform?” His hands trailed up under your shirt, aiming to touch your breasts. “I can do that. Only if you want it.”

“Yes!” you immediately said, then averted your eyes, embarrassed at how eager you sounded. “William, I want it.”

“Darling,” he cooed. He picked you up in his arms, bridal style, and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the mattress. “I’ll give it you. But first we need to lay some ground rules, okay?”

You looked up at him, curious, while he unbuckled his belt. What a wonderful sight.

“It’s not William anymore,” he said sternly. “You’ll call me Captain Killick. I deserve it, don’t I? For my wife to respect my position?”

“Yes, sir.” You could feel your body getting hotter, and the area between your legs wetter.

“You’ll be obedient, too. No brattiness,” he said, as he pulled his fat cock out, “no pleas or cries. Just ‘yes, sir’, ‘I’ll do anything to please you, sir’. I’ve served you all those years out there, fighting to keep my darling girl safe, and in return you’ll serve me. On your knees with your mouth, legs spread with your cunt — whatever I ask.”

Your response was filled with lust, “Yes, sir. Whatever you ask.”

“Good girl.” He gave you a proper kiss this time, a passionate one, with his tongue sweeping over your lips and pushing its way into your mouth. He let out a muffled groan, hiking up your skirt and pulling down your panties. 

“Get on your hands and knees for me,” he said in your ear. You hesitated. He had never taken you in that position before, but you obeyed nonetheless, waiting in anticipation.

“Ohh,” William moaned, pushing his cock into your wet pussy. He immediately started thrusting, hard and fast, without giving you a chance to adjust. 

“William!” you yelped, clutching onto the bed sheets for some stability.

He swiftly spanked your ass.

“C-captain Killick,” you corrected, little whimpers leaving your mouth. 

“Good girl. Ah, fuck — I can feel you clenching,” William said, his balls slapping against your skin, but you could also hear the sound of clothing shuffling. “Like it this much? Being—under my control? Dirty.”

You squirmed and tried to cover your wanton moans by placing your hand over your mouth, but William pinned your hands behind your back the moment he noticed what you were doing. “No, I want to hear your moans. Don’t hide them from me . . ."

He slowed his pace down and leaned over, his stomach touching your back. His thrusts were now more stiffer, and rough, pushing his way deep inside you. “Need to do this more often. Getting you so wet . . . I’ve missed you, it’s been so long since I’ve been inside of a woman.”

He cupped your bouncing breasts, pinching your nipples, eliciting a squeak out of you. “My darling wife. I love you . . . Now, stop squirming," he chastised, "and let me fuck you good."

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Hi, i loved ur Rosa Diaz fic. can you do another with a non binary reader?

idm plot and im not good at giving requests sorry

Liquid Courage - Rosa Diaz x Non-Binary!Reader

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Summary: You decide to attend a part with your coworkers, fully expecting to just dance around and get wasted. But, things take a turn when someone finally admits their very obvious feelings for you.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, light swearing, thigh riding, pussy eating (r receiving)

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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This was it. This was the moment. The moment that was about to change everything. Your whole life was about to change, and you were prepared for it.

You would admit that you were pretty tipsy, but your head was completely clear. You knew you wanted this. No, needed this. You craved this. You just didn't expect it to happen at a party. A party with all of your coworkers.

Your lips were dancing in complete harmony as you were tightly trapped between the door and the heated body in front of you. Rosa finally had enough of your teasing, and with a little bit of liquid courage, she finally decided it was time to take things to the next level.

Rosa finally snapped. After months of teasing words, and knowing touches, she decided it was now or never. Of course there would be a long talk afterwards, something she would normally fear, but with you it was different, and she didn't care. She knew she had fallen deeply for you, and yes it scared her, but she was not about to let someone else take what she wanted.

You.

Her mouth left yours after you both were in need of air, but it never left your body. Instead, it kissed a trail along your jawline. Hungrily.

"Rosa..." you mewled, your neck now being her main focus. "They're going to notice we're gone." You truly didn't care if they noticed, but Rosa was different. Your coworkers will go rabid if they find out about the two of you, and Rosa wasn't one to talk about her personal life. And now, you've reached a point with her where there was no turning back.

"Don't care," she mumbled into your neck that she was now leaving marks on wherever she pleased.

"What if they find out about us?"

"Let them."

"But—" You were cut off with a gasp when her teeth suddenly nipped at your earlobe.

"I'll take care of it," she reassured you. "But first let me take care of you, hmm? You think I haven't noticed how hot and bothered you've been all night?" She shifted her leg between yours, allowing her to press herself against your core.

"Was it that obvious?" You chuckled, throwing your head back against the door while she continued her work along your neck.

"Oh... it was very obvious. You squirmed and blushed like a schoolgirl with just the smallest touch from me. It's quite flattering." She pressed her lips against yours once more, this time more passionately. Your hips bucked against her thigh, the friction making you audibly moan into her mouth.

"Rosa, please..." you whined, when her hand cupped at your clothed breast and gave it a squeeze.

She left your neck after planting a few kisses to your now hickey-covered skin. "Please what, mi amor? What do you need?" She had a knowing smirk on her face as she fondled you.

Mi amor... that new nickname spilling from her lips had you dripping down your thighs.

"You know what I need...I need you," you admitted, fingers waving through her tight dark curls cascading down the back of her head.

"Where?" She teased again, her soft thumb swiping at your now smudged lipstick.

"Get on your knees and find out," you teased, the alcohol truly making you more courageous than ever.

Rosa bit her bottom lip, slowly sinking lower and lower until she was perfectly kneeled between your legs. "My, my, you're completely soaked. All this for me?" Her warm hands took hold of your panties, guiding the ruined fabric down your legs.

You looked down at Rosa, nodding your head with the most hottest 'fuck me' eyes she had ever seen before, not wasting anymore precious time before shoving her face between your thighs to lick a strip up your puffy folds.

You were too attached to her heavenly eyes to notice she had stuffed your thong in her bra to not only free up both hands, but to relish in the fact that you would have to come back to her to get them back once you realized she had taken them hostage.

Rosa savored every taste of you, lapping and sucking along your pussy like her life depended on it, meanwhile you were voiceless, inaudible as your fingers pulled at the dark coils of her hair.

She hummed when the grip you held on her hair tightened, sending a wave of vibrations straight to your core that made your head go even fuzzier than it already was.

It was the best head you've ever received, and now you were addicted. Addicted to the fingers holding your legs open, leaving crescent shaped marks from her nails. Addicted to the tongue that lavished you.

Your head fell back against the door, causing a sudden loud thud to turn people's attention towards the locked door that you were currently leaning on as you were getting eaten out.

"Fuck, Rosa!" You finally choked out, "I- I'm gonna—" You cut yourself off with a sudden moan, thighs squeezing around Rosa's head.

"Come for me," Her words were muffled, but you heard her loud and clear, holding onto her curly hair for support while the other clawed at the door behind you.

Rosa sucked your bud, her mouth finally giving attention to your most sensitive spot, sending you into a complete spiral. Your juices covered her chin, dripping down her neck, and into the valley between her breasts that were pushed up and heavily exposed from the deep v-neck dress she was wearing.

The ravenette hummed in approval, the taste of your exotic release instantly becoming her new favorite thing. Her ministrations grew softer, patiently waiting for you to come down from your high, while also cleaning you up in the process.

She knew when to back away when you muttered a few "okay's" and gently released the strong hold on her head that your thighs previously held. Rosa licked a strip up your thigh, but the two of you were quickly pulled out of your euphoric moment when a few rapid knocks to the door brought you both back to reality that you weren't alone.

Rosa's head quickly snapped up, face flushed from the sudden urgency to clean the two of you up and get out of there. "Don't move," she ordered, pulling herself up and washing herself off at the sink, before digging through drawers to find a clean washcloth for you.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to," you giggled, still on a high after your climax. Rosa smiled and shook her head, damping the cloth with warm water before returning back to you.

"Who's in there? Can you hurry up, I have to pee!" More urgent knocks banged came from the other side of the door.

"One second!" Rosa yelled, as she fell back to her knees in front of you. "I know you're sensitive, but I have to clean you up, okay?" She asked sweetly, and you couldn't help but giggle at her sudden change of tone and nod your head.

"What have I gotten myself into..." she smiled as she shook her head, giving your inner thigh a gentle kiss after wiping you clean.

"Something good, I hope." You smiled back, as she stood back on her feet. "Something very good," she replied back, leaning forward as if to kiss you but pulling back when another round of knocks rang through.

She let out an exasperated sigh, while her arm wrapped around your waist to pull you away from the door so she could open it. If looks could kill, hers definitely would.

"Fucks sake, Gina. Have some goddamn patience!" She snapped, pulling you close to her to keep you steady as she walked you out of the bathroom. "They can barely walk! I had to help them out in the bathroom!"

And she wasn't technically lying, you could barely walk. But it wasn't because of the alcohol.

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[iwannasuckyourmonstercock]

Never too much

TW: Sugar Daddy Hongjoong, smut, degradation, feelings at the end and a bit of dark obsessive Hongjoong

First Dior, than Prada, after that came Gucci and last but not least Chanel.

It was the usual routine you took on your shopping day. At some point it was getting exhausting so you also had a quick stop to grab a coffee or a coke - which was really necessary most times.

The man that paid for those weekly shopping tours would be evaluating the things you had bought at the end of the day.

He made your life better in ever aspect. First of all he had given you a black card. Honestly you could buy a whole mansion and he wouldn’t complain as long as it was good enough in his opinion. But you wouldn’t do that. You paid your rent with it, your groceries, the stuff you needed for university and last but not least the expensive clothing that he expected you to wear for him every week.

And you knew not to disappoint him.

“Hmm… Turn around again.” He said, arms crossed as he sat in front of you.

You let out a small sigh but still complied. The last thing you wanted was to piss him off.

“The shoes fit you perfectly. You know I love Stilettos and the color is very complimenting to your skin.” He praised you softly and a smile crept in your face.

God, pleasing him felt way too good.

“But the dress is trash. I don’t like how it is made. The fabric looks so cheap and it is way too short. Are you a slut or what? It’s such a waste of money.” He than said with a click of his tongue as he finally stood up. “Look at me.”

Oh no. You honestly thought the dress was super cute. It was black, had a lot of lace and the straps had cute bows. It was simple but still nice

Slowly you lifted your gaze from the floor to meet his hard gaze. With calculating steps he crept closer to you.

“Mr. Kim, I thought you’d like it… you said you love my thighs so I didn’t want to-“

“Did I ask? It’s sweet that you tried to please me but I wanted to take you out for dinner tonight. Which is something I clearly can’t do anymore now.”

Your heart stopped for a second and you bit your lip. He wanted to take you out for dinner? Hongjoong hadn’t been in public with you yet. Every single one of your meetings had been in private. And he had stated in the beginning that he wanted to keep it that way. Hell, he even made you sign a stupid contract that you wouldn’t tell the public about you two.

And honestly it was more than fine for you. You’d buy pretty clothes, wear them for him and he’d blow your back out. Than you could live your lavish life for another week before you’d meet him again.

You opened your mouth to say something but he shushed you with his finger. Hongjoong was dangerously close to you by now.

“But you don’t want that, right? Rather be treated like a cheap slut and than go out and have dinner with other guys, huh?” He asked, his hand cupping your chin now as he pulled you closer.

“I saw you. Don’t think you can go around and sleep with others and I won’t know it. I know everything and I see everything.”

His words were dangerous and you gulped.

Of course you knew what this whole scene was about. When you went out for dinner for your friends birthday. Wooyoung had always been a very good friend and you wanted to treat him a little. And you could do so with the little black card the man in front of you had given to you. Conveniently Hongjoong had a business meeting that day in the very same restaurant you had taken Wooyoung to. But you thought it didn’t bother him as he had just texted you to enjoy your meal.

Honestly you couldn’t even be mad that he was accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung now. Your friend was very touchy and you knew it.

To be fair, there were some weak and drunken moments were you two started making out. But it never went anywhere and neither of you had any romantic feelings for the other. And after being with Hongjoong you wouldn’t even need to have any other man besides him. Nor did you have the time for that.

“Probably even paid for that damn meal with my money. The audacity you have is incredible.” He chuckled darkly. One of his hands found your hip now and the other your throat.

“It’s not like tha-“ you began but your words were silenced as he began to choke you a little.

“Spare your words. You won’t get out of that now. Get on your knees, sweetheart and I might be able to forgive you.” He spat and loosened his grip on you before he went to sit down on the couch again. He spread his legs and put his arms on the back of the couch.

No more words were exchanged but you didn’t need to know more. You quickly made your way to him before you got on your knees before him, your shoes still on. It hurt a little to sit like that with shoes on but it was okay. He liked the shoes after all.

You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, a soft pout on your lips. Your hands slowly slid down his thighs and you began to work on the zipper of his pants. His hand stopped yours and you noticed how his eyes softened a little.

“Color?” “Green, Sir.”

He nodded and let you continue, leaning back in relaxation. Your heart fluttered a little. No matter what he would do, always made sure that you were enjoying it as well and that it wasn’t too much for you.

“Don’t fucking tease. I’m irritated enough already.” He than told you harshly as he noticed how you were taking your sweet time with his pants.

You nodded and quickly worked to get his pants and his boxers down. Softly you bit your lip when you saw how hard he was already.

So after all he did like the dress, huh?

Your hand wrapped around the base of his dick as you slowly began kiss the head and started to kitten lick it.

“Don’t. Tease.” He breathed out now, his dick painfully hard by now already.

Quickly you wrapped your lips around him and flattened your tongue out before you began with sucking him off. It was never wise to push him too far but you still loved teasing him. Normally he would like that too but not today. Today he wanted you to do everything he told you - and teasing wasn’t something he told you to do.

His hand caressed your hair before he gripped it a little, holding it loosely. He didn’t want to force you down on his length - not yet.

So you did your best to please him, pulling every trick you knew. You hollowed your cheeks out, pushing your head down but only so much so you wouldn’t choke. With your hand you stroke the rest of his length that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

Hongjoong threw his head back, teeth biting his lip a little. The sight was really godly. You loved sucking him off until he came for you.

But you knew that wouldn’t occur tonight. Not when he was punishing you. As much as you wanted to deny it, it was hot how jealous he was. And also… reassuring?

You couldn’t deny the feelings that had bubbles up whenever you two would cuddle after an intense session. And you also couldn’t deny that the talks you had after were deeper than what his silly contract had foreseen.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as Hongjoong pulled on your hair, reminding you of the work you had to do.

Normally he loved using you (and you loved being used) but today he just laid back, enjoying the sight in front of him as much as you enjoyed the sight in front of you.

Eagerly you continued sucking him off - until he suddenly pulled you off, shaking his head.

“This won’t do. Dolly, I can’t keep looking at this dress.” He said, before leaning down and ripping it right at the front before ripping it completely off of you.

“Much better. At least your choice of underwear is good.” He grinned, spreading his legs a bit now.

“Over the table, dolly.” He than ordered and you were quick to obey.

Your upper body was bend over the small table in front of the couch while you were still kneeling. Than you pushed your butt out a little for him, thinking that you’ll get what you wanted all along.

“A-h! Sir!” You yelped when a harsh slap was delivered to your bottom.

Hongjoong just chuckled before raising his hand again and slapping it once again.

“You should see how you look from here. You look like the desperate little slut you are.” He snickered before giving you five more slaps.

Your bottom was red by now and tears were running down your cheeks. The rings he always wore were no joke when he was in a mood like that.

“H-urts…” you whimpered when you felt another slap.

“I know. My heart hurt too when I saw you going around with that silly boy. But he could never satisfy you the way I do, huh? Because a little dolly like you needs a man, right?” He asked you with a small pout.

“Y-es, yes sir! I need you and I only want you!” You confessed to him. “Please now… please…”

“Please now, please… you sound so fucking pathetic.” He snorted but pushed your panty to the side.

A gasp left your lips when he pushed two fingers inside. You didn’t even realize how horny the blowjob you had given him had left you. But he was quick to add a third finger, leaving you a moaning mess in front of him.

A smirk formed in his devilish handsome face and he shook his head. With his fingers he kept set a rather fast pace, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out a little.

“Already falling apart from my fingers, huh?” He chuckled.

Oh, how he loved it. How little effort he had to put up just to see you fall apart for him. He did exactly what it needed for you to be turned into a mess and it was exactly what he needed tonight.

But he didn’t have much patience tonight, rather quickly pulling his fingers out just for you to push your bottom to him and whining about the loss.

“Need you to fill me up, sir… please!”

Hongjoong nodded, holding your hips with one hand and taking the other to spread your lips apart so he could push in easier.

As he bottomed out the both of you let out a moan.

“Tight little slut…” he mumbled, closing his eyes. For a moment he stayed still, giving you time to adjust to his length. At least that’s what he would say. In reality he was still sensitive from the blowjob and had to give himself time so he wouldn’t immediately come.

He spread soft kisses on your neck, loving the soft feeling against his lips.

Than he started moving, starting off with slow but powerful thrusts.

The room was filled with filthy sounds of skin slapping on skin and your sinful moans. He didn't show any mercy, using your body to get rid of his frustration.

And you let him. Gladly, with how good he was making you feel. His cock was filling you up perfectly, his tip was rubbing against the spot that made your head feel dizzy and that only he was able to reach. "Enjoying your punishment a little too much?" he asked with a huff.

He stopped for a moment and grabbed a pillow from the couch, placing it in front of you and pressing your face right into it. Your makeup would probably leave stains but he didn't care. Than he grabbed your hands and pulled them behind your back, holding them there with one hand. "If you enjoy it that much than I should think about making you my little toy. I'd keep you around me all the time and fuck you whenever I like. Or use your cute little pussy to keep my dick warm. How would you like that?" he asked you and let out a dark chuckle as he could feel your walls tighten around him. "Of course you like it, my cute little whore." His degrading words always sent tingles straight to your lower body. At first you didn't want to admit it but by now you have come to terms with it. Why deny yourself the pleasure? Especially when you knew that he didn't mean it.

Soft moans left your lips as he delivered another slap to your cheek, pulling your hair so you had to look at him.

“I’m gonna invite that fucking *boy* and show him how I treat you. Bet his eyes would fall out when he sees you come, cause he never even got close to get you to, hmh?” He grinned, grabbing your face in his hand while leaning forward and kissing you roughly, his tongue driving into your open mouth.

Tears were falling out of your eyes at this point. As he kissed you he stilled inside of you, his cockhead pushing right against that sweet spot that always felt *so good* when he brushed against it. You knew he did that on purpose.

Hongjoong let you go, smirking as he saw drool running down your mouth. He pushed your head into the table again, admiring the way your ass was stuck out for him, bouncing every time he thrusted inside.

One of his arms snaked around your torso, quickly finding your clit as he rubbed it just the way that had your legs shaking.

“I-I’m gonna come! D-addy please!” You begged him, making him chuckle.

“You think you deserve it? After being such a slut? You’re so greedy, really. But I won’t let you. It seems I’ve been too good to you and what did I earn through that? A whore that lets other men that don’t even give her half of what I do fuck her? Tell me, am I not enough?” He asked, his hand removed from your clit now and his cock stilled inside you.

A whine left your lips. You had been so close! Slowly you pushed your ass back and forth in him, desperately trying to come.

“N-o… Daddy, you’re everything I need please! I’d never let another man touch me, I’m only yours so please… fuck me…” you assured him, whining as he began to thrust into you lazily again, holding your hips to keep you from moving anymore.

Your words assured him a little. Hongjoong knew he was a man that could have every woman he wanted. But as much as he wanted to deny it - he had gotten quiet fond of you. And while he knew it wasn’t fair he still wanted you all to himself. He wanted you to only think of him, only talk to him and only be with him.

Sometimes he had even thought about moving you in with him - but he knew it would scare you. It would make you run away. He knew you stayed for the money, and for the sex.

But it assured him that you said you were his. And it *turned him on too*.

“Yes, You’re right. You’re only *my* slut to fuck. Only *my* little dolly. No one else can touch you.” He growled, slapping your ass again to watch it jiggle as he picked up his pace.

His hips thrusted into you in an insane speed, making you let your head fall down on your arms and moan out for him.

“Yes! Yes! Only yours! Please, let me come…!” You cried out, not able to take another ruined orgasm tonight.

Hongjoong hummed, his fingers again starting to work on your clit, alternating from rubbing small circles to just directly rub on it back and forth.

“Cream my cock. Come on. Want to feel my dolly clench around me.” He whispered into your ear.

It didn’t take more for you to let go, coming hard on his cock while he fucked you through it.

As he felt your tight walls clench around him he came too - pushing deep into you and spilling his seed inside you.

Slowly he pulled out, watching as his come dribbled out before he collected it with his fingers, pushing it right back in. Maybe it would finally knock you up and he could keep you forever? He would do everything just to keep you after all.

“My little slut…” he mumbled, softly rubbing your sore ass.

A whine left your lips as he pulled his fingers out of your overstimulated pussy again. You looked back, only to see the delicious sight of him cleaning his finger with his mouth.

“I’ll get a towel, wait a minute.” He told you softly, a fond smile on his lips as he came back not much later with a wet towel. He cleaned your pussy up, before picking you up.

“Was i too rough? Your ass is so red…” he told you, a little worried.

You shook your head, your arms wrapping around his neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

“No, was really good…” you mumbled.

Hongjoong helped you shower, before dressing you in one of his shirts and wrapping you in his blanket and giving you some water.

“So you are jealous?” You asked softly, making Hongjoong avoid your eyes.

“I’m…” he gulped.

He was. Because he fucking cared. If he would ever be man enough to tell you? To just really take you out on a proper date instead of just fucking you in every spot in his expensive apartment? Maybe one day.

After all you were his inspiration. And he couldn’t deny that the dark thoughts he had sometimes were rooted in feelings he had for you.

But the words wouldn’t leave his lips so he only shook his head.

You knew something was wrong but decided not to push it. The arrangement was nice at it was after all - and he had made it clear from the start that he didn’t like you sleeping with other guys as he was afraid of STIs or STDs. Which was fair.

So you just laid in his arms, closing your eyes.

Maybe one day you’d be able to break this off - to save your heart. A man like him could never love you after all. He had made that clear from the start.

So you both just enjoyed the silence, wondering if you would ever have the courage to act on the feelings you had for each other - or the courage to break it off.

But for now you were both too scared to act on it.

[drghostwrite]

Your work is amazing!! My obsession with Regina mills is so bad and I need your help because I swear I see her as a power bottom 😫😫 AND NO ONE ELSE DOESSS. If it’s okay please could you write a Regina and reader fic where the reader is a service top? LOVE YOUUUU

Omg hehe YES!! I can so see her being a power bottom, mmm yes okay so here we go. I’ve never intentionally written this dynamic so here goes nothing, let me know whatcha think. Also thanks for the suggestion love. 😙

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: Regina’s lover brings her breakfast, a visit that turns… steamy.

******************************************************** Your heels clicked on the hard marble floors as you made you way to your wife’s office. When you got up this morning she wasn’t in bed and her car was long gone so you assumed she had gone into the office, on your way to the station your assumption had been right. So being the amazing wife you were you stopped by Granny’s picking up some pancakes and coffee and made your way to her office.

You stopped outside the door and read the bold letters, Mayor, you knocked softly hearing a very annoyed ‘come in’ from the other side. You could almost feel the eye roll from the woman behind the desk.

You slowly opened the door to see her reading over some paperwork, her elbow on the desk holding fingers pressed against her temple as her other hand held a paper and pen. She didn’t even bother to look up as she heard you enter.

“This better be important or so help me…” she started, looking as annoyed as ever.

“Well that’s no way to greet your lover, is it?” You teased as you walked towards her desk. She looked up at you surprised, her eyes raking over your body as you walked in. You were wearing all black, her favorite, a vest and pant combo, the black shirt underneath to match, your holster and badge displayed on your hip.

“Hello darling.” A smile playing at her plush red lips.

“My love.” You nodded and came around to her, bending down to kiss her soft lips, your hand softly ghosting her cheek. “I missed you this morning.”

“Well duty calls, especially when you work with idiots.”

“Hmm…” you chuckled leaning down to kiss her more passionately.

“So tell me detective, to what do I owe the visit?” She teased, grinning against your lips.

“Can’t I just bring my wife some breakfast?” You poked, kissing her again. Setting the bag and cups on the desk, taking your badge and gun off laying it to the side.

“Mm, depends on what else comes with the breakfast.” She pulled you closer by your belt loops, finally standing to meet you.

“Well whatever her majesty wants she gets…” you trailed, as she pushed her tongue into your mouth, you fought for dominance before just letting her take over.

“Rough morning?” You asked kissing her neck, her perfect red lipstick now smudged.

“Darling you have no idea…” her breath warm against your lips, as you picked her up setting her on her desk

“What can I do to help?” You said pulling back and looking into the mischievous brown orbs as she grinned back at you. She wrapped her toned legs around your waist as her well manicured fingers played with the buttons of your vest.

“I think you know…” she trailed with a smirk, running her tongue seductively along her perfectly white teeth with a smirk.

“Mm… maybe you should lock the door first, wouldn’t want anyone to catch the mayor with her thighs wrapped around my head.” Your low sultry tone gracing her ears.

“Mm…” she chuckled, “why not let everyone know who you belong to, show everyone that you’re the only person that makes me feel this good.” She raised her hand with a little purple wisp and you heard the door lock.

You chuckled, “doesn’t mean they won’t hear you…” you trailed bites and kisses down her neck as her hand tangled in your hair. She pushed your vest off, you leaned back helping her as she ripped your shirt open, buttons hitting the floor and rolling under exquisite furniture, exposing the black lace bra underneath. Black was her color but God did she love seeing it on you.

“I liked that shirt…” you whined while leaning to kiss her. Soft hands were running up your exposed sides, pulling you closer.

“I’ll buy you another one…” she smirked. In between heated kisses you reached back undoing the zipper of her top and pulling it down. Her perky breasts spilling over the exposing black lace lingerie that she wore underneath, you could see her nipples perfectly through the lace.

“Damn you’re gorgeous…” taking in her beautiful body, undoing her bra and tossing it to the side, placing open mouthed kisses down her collar bones and over her luscious breasts. You used your tongue to lightly ghost over a hardened nipple, before pulling it into your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you before moving to the other pulling the soft flesh into your mouth, your fingers moving to the other to tease. Pinching and twisting her nipple between your fingers at first softly but then harsher the pain turning to pleasure for her. The first of many erotic moans falling from her lips. You started leaving little nips, forming little red marks that would be purple by morning. Something that Regina typically didn’t mind, unless she had no way to cover them up and hide them from the office for the rest of the day.

“Y/N, dear…”

“Yes my love?”

“Behave…”

“Or what?”

“I’ll make you…” she groaned out. And you chuckled leaving another mark along her chest, she cocked an eyebrow at you seeing the defiant smirk you had on your face.

“hmm…” you chuckled against her chest and placed small kisses over the now reddened marks. You felt her hand that had been tangled in your hair reach around and grab your neck, slightly squeezing as she lifted you to meet her eyes, her bottom lip trapped under her glossy pearly white teeth, she loved when you mouthed off cause it meant she could put you in your place. One of her legs moved up and settled on the chair behind you, her red bottom stiletto clicking against the handle, you ran a hand up the smooth olive skin slowly pushing up the fabric of her lifted skirt.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and show your queen what that tongue can really do?” She whispered out in a low growl, spreading her legs even wider in front of you as she perched on her desk.

You met her hooded brown eyes and slowly bent down, pulling the chair closer, weaving your arm under her leg that was up on the chair arm, letting it rest over your shoulder while your skilled fingers lifted her skirt. You slowly ghosted your fingers over her clothed core, feeling the small spot of wetness, “so wet for me…” you said breath hot on her thighs as you nipped at her, snapping the waist band of her black lace panties against her hip before slowly sliding them off. She let out an approving moan as she watched you place open mouthed kisses up her thigh, she let her head fall back her mouth open as she chuckled to herself.

You worked your way up her inner thighs, drawing it out the best you could before you felt her hand weave through your hair, forcing your head down closer to her dripping core. You ran your tongue flat against her tasting her. Pulling your fingers through her folds and collecting her slick, looking at it glisten on your fingertips, setting up and watching her through your eyelashes you sucked on your fingers and released them with a pop. “You taste amazing…” you said as she looked into your devious eyes, biting her lip once again. The hand currently in your hair tightened demandingly as you bent down and pulled your tongue over her again, this time coming dangerously close to where she needed you most, watching her as she bit her bottom lip and then pulling her clit into your mouth. Her head fell back in pleasure with a small whine of relief that turned into a groan of pleasure as you used skilled licks and sucks to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“You look so perfect down there between my legs, eating me out like a good girl.” lewd moans filling the room as you moaned into her sending vibrations through her core.

Thankfully no one was actually around to see how perfect you looked between her legs. Regina was sitting legs spread on her desk, upper torso exposed to the world decorated in an array of reddish purple marks as you were in front of her, her perfectly manicured hand gripped your shoulder as the other tangled in your hair, your hand held her hip steadying her. Her toned leg in her perfect designer heels over your shoulder.

You reached down using two fingers and curling them into the spongy spot that made her go wild, pumping in and out slowly adding a third. You could feel as her thighs clenched around you, her hand forcing you closer and closer, you started to feel lightheaded but you were determined to please your wife.

You felt her thighs begin to shake and her moans become more breathy and frequent as she got closer, chasing her high. You snaked a free hand up and pinched a nipple between your fingers before grabbing her entire boob in your hand. Letting one last low vibration come from your throat as you worked on her clit, you heard her let out one last soft moan working her through her orgasm. Coaxing her until she was lifting her hips away from you, overstimulated by your tongue on her clit.

You sat up and pulled her down into a kiss, feeling her soft plump lips on yours, she could taste herself still on your tongue. Thinking about the fact that she could taste herself when kissing you drove you both wild, a sign that you belonged to her and her only.

“Next time you bring me breakfast I prefer it be in bed, instead of my office…” she chuckled, finally breaking the heated silence and chuckling against your lips.

“Well maybe next time I can fuck you senseless over your desk and I won’t have to worry about going back to work.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged… you are married to the mayor after all.” She smirked, pulling at you ripped shirt, still partial tucked into your pants, pulling you closer and sliding her hands over your smooth skin exposed to her.

Before she could do anything else her desk phone rang and she picked up, “Hello?” She eyed you cautiously.

“Yes, if you don’t mind sending it over…” you eyed her mischievously and bent down to place soft kisses on her thigh before placing one bite drawing a gasp from her lips, risking her wrath for later that night. She hung up the phone and glared at you playfully.

“if I didn’t have to get back to work I would punish you right now…”

“Saved by the mayor then?” You poked sarcastically knowing what would be waiting for you later. With a wave of her hand your outfit was put back together and she was smoothing out her clothes.

“I will see you later tonight my love.” You said kissing her before making your way out.

“Y/N dear?”

“yes?” You turned.

“I seem to be missing…”

“these?” You asked holding up a black lace pair of panties as your trophy, “you’ll get them back later.” You said folding them in your pocket with a smirk.

A stern but excited look crossed over her face knowing you were being a brat on purpose, “you’ll get your punishment tonight.”

“On that note…I love you.” You said with a wink and sly smirk, sliding out of her office as she called a stubborn, I love you, after you.

******************************************************** @poisonappleeater @gayestswiftie @thesamesweetie

[nar-nia]

snowball fights

riki x reader

word count: ~1k

warnings: none

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You stumbled forward, a cold sensation spreading all over your back.

“What-”

You heard a laugh behind you, one that sounded all too familiar. You turned towards it, in the same moment when another cold sensation hit your cheek, cold water dripping off it. You glared at Riki, who only kept laughing and already prepared another snow ball to hit you with it.

“Come on, at least hide or something!” he shouted, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “There's no fun if you only stand there!”

It took you a second to process what was happening, but when you did you sprinted behind the snowman you had built only seconds ago, grabbing a huge piece of the snow. You quickly formed it into a tight ball, getting up to throw it-

when one of them suddenly landed on your forehead. Riki was laughing at you again, pointing at all the stacked snowballs he had lying behind him.

“Are you sure you don't want to give up?”

Instead of an answer you simply tossed the ball into his face, effectively hitting his cheek. “Hmm… no.”

You were laughing too now, hiding behind the snowman again to make a pile of your own. You weren't going to let Riki win, you wouldn't hear the end of it.

“Oooh this screams for revenge.”

You barely had time to react before a bunch of snowballs hit you everywhere, your back, your arms and your face. “Hey!”

“Hi,” Riki grinned before he jumped towards you, tackling you to the ground. “You have ten seconds.”

You scrunched your brows. “Ten seconds?”

“Now eight.”

“For what?”

“Six…”

“No no no.” You shook your head. “Ten seconds for what.”

Riki didn't reply, he was just quietly counting down. You tried to wrangle free, but the boy sitting on you was surprisingly heavy, not letting you move a bit.

“One,” he grinned, before he grabbed a bunch of snow and spread it all over your face. You gasped in shock, the sudden cold unexpected, as you tried to punch his hands away.

“Riki!”

“That's my name.”

He didn't stop, was only grabbing more snow to cover you with it while you tried to push him off you, but he didn't move a bit. You eventually gave up, your arms falling to your side while you closed your eyes, hoping no snow would fall into them.

“You're so mean.”

“Are you okay?” he laughed. “Your nose is all red.”

“No wonder,” you pouted. “So mean.”

“As if you wouldn't have done the same.”

“Maybe…”

You opened your eyes again, just as Riki cupped your face, his thumbs softly removing the snow that got caught under your eyes. You froze, focusing on the feeling of his hands that slowly warmed your cheeks.

“I hope this makes up for it.” Riki continued removing the snow from your face. He pressed a quick kiss onto your lips when he was done, before he finally got off you and took your hand. “Should we head inside?”

You nodded, your fingers intertwining with his as you got up. “I need a warm blanket after this.”

Riki pressed another kiss onto your cheek while he pulled you forward towards the house. “I will happily provide one. This was fun.”

“It was…” It only took you a quick second to make the decision to bend down, grab a handful of snow and shove it in Rikis face.

“What-” He started laughing as he stared at you with wide eyes. “I guess that was fair.”

"Oh, you think?” You giggled, suddenly pulling him backwards until he fell on the ground, you sitting down on top of him. “Give me ten reasons why I shouldn't take revenge.”

His face lit up as he started laughing. “Hmm… you love me.”

“I do. Nine more reasons.”

“Uhm… I love you too.”

“Nah,” you grinned. “I need better reasons.”

He raised a brow. “Then what about…”

Before you could even process what was going on he had turned you two around, now him on top of you again. “Is that reason enough?”

“Mean,” you huffed again. “Very mean.”

“Not as mean as you.” He grabbed your wrists, pinning them next to your head. “As if you didn't just plan to hit me with snow again.”

“You started it!” This time you didn't even bother with getting out of his grip. Instead you made sure to give him your best puppy eyes, another pout on your lips. “Let go of me please.”

“No,” he beamed. “Give me ten reasons.”

“I-” You stared at him. “I love you?”

“I already know that. Ten reasons, y/n.”

You were thinking. “I’ll get you hot chocolate when we're inside.”

“Better.” His face was in front of yours now, his eyes focused on yours. “Nine more.”

“We can watch Home alone.”

“Eight more.” It was getting harder to focus with Rikis face so close to yours, his breath warming your cheek.

“You can have as many kisses as you want?”

“I’ll accept it.” And he already stole his first one. “What else?”

“I’ll let you win next time…” You were running out of ideas to be honest. And you suspected that Riki knew that very well.

“Six more, y/n.”

“I don't know…”

“Hmm.” Riki finally let go of your wrists, his hand now cupping your face again to give you another kiss. You were melting into it, at least for a second, before you got another idea. While you were kissing him back your hand grabbed a bunch of snow, ready to launch it at his face - at the same time as a snowball hit your own face. Riki and you stared at each other in disbelief, before you both started laughing.

“Looks like we had the same idea,” he said, tears starting to pool in his eyes. “Smart.”

“Yes we are,” you grinned. “We should really get inside now though.”

“I agree.” Riki stood up, one hand outstretched towards you. “Come on, I heard there's hot chocolate waiting.”

“Oh? I can't wait for it.”

“Haha. Very funny, y/n.”

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[shotorozu]

ooh, can i please request "pulling your partner onto your lap" for Izuku?? ty!!

OTHER WAY AROUND — MIDORIYA IZUKU

(send me a bnha character + a physical intimacy prompt and i’ll make something out of it!)

gender neutral reader, reader has an assertive personality, reader is STRONG but no mentions of a quirk, lower case intended 😭

note(s): hey yall 🧍‍♀️ i know im posting these slowly as i could possibly go but something real bad happened at school, so i just had to delay the uploads a little bit (but i am feeling a bit better so expect at least one post per day this week because of valentines day 😭)

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midoriya izuku if not rarely— never pouts.

he recognizes pouting as a part of sulking— which is a normal thing. (in fact, he does it a lot)

as much as no one really says it out loud, everyone has done it at least once in their life. a kid pouting because they couldn’t get their parents to buy them that toy they really wanted, a teenager that’s feeling particularly moody that hour, or an adult thats plans just didn’t work out.

he feels lots of things, especially after all he’s been through. at this point, what hasn’t he felt? positive, negative (sulking included) and the neutral. of course he has— it’s all a part of the process, but for some reason, he feels the need to suppress the negative a little (an understatement) more than regular.

midoriya izuku if not rarely— never pouts.

but he’s doing exactly that, and you know it. he’s sulking, pouting over something that doesn’t look worthy enough to be pouting over for the green haired teenager personally. and he knows that you know— so, he just hopes that means he doesn’t have to say it out loud. he isn’t sure if it’s something you’d usually ask or tell someone.

but he knows you— your unofficial ability to pull out any thought out of his mind, so he knows he’ll give in and end up fessing up what’s on his mind. he just knows.

you step in front of him, and he’s pulled out of his trance when you tap his chin and tilt his head upwards.

“why the long face? hmm…” you question, humming thoughtfully to yourself afterwards. if izuku’s pouting— then that’s when you know that something’s really, really wrong.

he cracks an imbalanced smile, “does it bother you?”

“not really,” you bring your unoccupied hand to cup his cheek, “it’s just that my boyfriend’s pouting, y’know? so how could i not ask?”

he brings his hand up to rest against the hand cupping his cheek, “it’s almost as if you see right through me.” he intones, sounding less shocked and more— interested and genuine.

“i mean, you’re not exactly slick.” you bluntly remark, “an open book.”

he goes red at that— “i figured,” and he starts to wonder how many times he’s been obvious on something he was trying to conceal. oh the embarrassment is starting to flood through him—

“so go on, shoot.” but it goes out the window when you start scratching under his chin like he was a cat. a shiver urges to run through him.

but the less embarrassed he becomes, the more insecure he grows. the main reason why he was pouting in the first place starts to come back to him.

“so,” he begins, clearing his throat with a cough, “promise you won’t think it’s weird?”

“i promise,” to him, your eyes look like they twinkled with sincerity. “although, you’ve really gotten me curious. is it actually weird or are you just being subjective?”

an open book, he thinks to himself. you’re so right about him. it’s like you know him like the back of your hand.

“it could be both? depends.. maybe.. actually..? ” he mumbles, genuinely considering which reason was it. you blink— and you become dead silent, as a way to allow him to respond.

he understands, “okay so,” he squeezes your hand cupping his face, “why don’t you want to sit on my lap?”

you don’t respond, like you’re expecting more out of his question. but to find the green haired hero in training not say anything else, and blink back in similar fashion— translated into ‘oh, that was really it’ for you.

“..is there more you wanna say?” you speak after a few seconds of nobody saying anything pass by, “i find it hard to believe that there’s no context to this apparently weird question. because honestly, this isn’t strange. i’m wounded by your dishonesty.”

izuku lets out a chuckle, which was genuine, but ended up sounding nervous. he begins to fiddle with his hands,

“there is context,” he gulps, taking his gaze off of you— being unable to take the extensive amount of eye contact. “it’s just that, i’ve carried a lot of people, so far. because of heroics, y’know? and most of them also sat in my lap— although unintentional. i’ve asked you before, but whenever i do it’s like.. you don’t say no, but you act as if nothing happened?”

you hum, allowing him to carry on— and you continue to scratch under his chin while listening.

“and if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine! but if it’s because you’re worried about crushing me or what not, then i don’t think it’s a concern—”

“izuku,” you cut in, halting all movements to take your hands off of him. he misses the contact already, “don’t you think it’s because i want it to be the other way around?”

he gulps rather loudly.

“what does.. that mean?” he questions, feeling his face already starting to warm up rapidly.

laughing, you poke his cheek. “although i don’t mind your idea, i prefer the idea of you planted on my lap instead.”

he lets out a squeak, and your laughter rings in his ears again.

“oh!” he exclaims, he only wished your laughter would’ve provided physical comfort like how it usually does— but it only managed to make him flush red more. “i.. i see!”

“yep.” your lips make the ‘p’ pop with emphasis.

“that.. makes sense. i never thought of it that way!”

you give izuku a smile, patting your thighs with both hands as a signal. he knows what you’re trying to tell him— he’s done it as a signal to you before. for him, it was done so casually.

yet for some reason, with your assertiveness, it was anything but.

“you want me to…?”

you pat your lap again, “it’s right here.”

“okay, okay. alright,” your freckled boyfriend breathes in deeply. suddenly, he found himself standing up and putting his jittering hands on your shoulders lightly— heart making several steep drops in his chest.

and then, you’re lowering him on your lap, and he lets out yet another squeak as you maneuver him on your lap, sitting him on one leg and spreading his legs across yours in seconds.

you pat his thigh, just to feel what it’s like to have his legs on top of yours, and you shift your hand to rest it against the small of his back.

he wonders if his heart could hammer against his chest any harder. he could hear it in his ears, and he was acutely aware of it.

despite it, he’s clinging to you like he belongs (he does) and he wraps an arm around your shoulder. “i’m sorry if i’m—”

“shh, shh.” you hush him, bringing the hand that’s not resting against his back up to stroke the back of his head— petting his hair and threading through the green, voluminous locks with your fingers.

“hypocrite.” you whisper, but you don’t exactly mean anything malice of it. “telling me not to worry about me being heavy on you, but here you are, worrying about being heavy on me.”

“my bad—”

“no,” you’re almost amazed by the way he could find new ways to apologize, “just, enjoy this, will you? isn’t this nice? this is what it must feel for those people to be sitting on your lap. it’s comfy, right?”

you’re assertive, but izuku could also sense the tiniest speck of nervousness in your voice. he knows you just like how you know him— you’re minding the way you’re coming off right now, and his reaction to all of this, like you’re worried he wouldn’t like it

which is out of the ballpark, because—

“yeah, you’re right.” he whispers, “this is comfy.”

this might start to become his next favorite past time.

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